energy than others to expel, so those days it’s
less.”
Aelin tried to do the math on how many
infested soldiers were left on the field. “And
once they’re cured? What do you do with
them then?”
“We interrogate them,” Chaol said,
frowning. “See what their stories are, how
they wound up captured. Where their
allegiances lie.”
“And you believe them?” Fenrys asked.
Hasar patted the hilt of her fine sword.
“Our interrogators are skilled at retrieving the
truth.”
Aelin ignored the roiling in her stomach.
“So you free them,” Gavriel said, silent for
minutes now, “and then torture them?”
“This is war,” Hasar said simply. “We
leave them able to function. But we will not
risk sparing their lives only to find a new
lily
(lily)
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