Kingdom of Ash

gathered group. Fenrys and Gavriel were
already there, Chaol with them, no sign of
Elide or Lorcan.
But Chaol’s father, unfortunately, was
present. And glowered as they entered the
meeting that seemed well under way. Aelin
gave him a mocking smile and sauntered up to
the large desk.
A tall, broad-shouldered man stood with
Nesryn, Sartaq, and Hasar, handsome and
brimming with a sort of impatient energy. His
brown eyes were welcoming, his smile easy.
She liked him immediately.
“My brother,” Hasar said, waving a hand
without looking up from the map. “Kashin.”
The prince sketched a graceful bow.
Aelin offered one back, Rowan doing the
same. “An honor,” Aelin said. “Thank you for
coming.”
“You can actually thank my father for that.