“And if you don’t push Yrene to try to
destroy them, and Erawan or Maeve wins—
what then?”
“There is still the Lock. There’s still me.”
Rowan swallowed. Saw the reason she’d
needed to be away from the others, needed to
walk. “Yrene is a ray of hope for you. For us.
That you might not need to forge the Lock at
all. You, or Dorian.”
“The gods demand it.”
“The gods can go to hell.”
Aelin chucked away the dagger. “I hate
this. I really do.”
He slid an arm around her shoulders. It was
all he could offer her.
Over—she’d said she wanted it to be over.
He’d do all he could to make it so.
Aelin leaned her head against his chest, and
they stared across the cold lake in silence.
“Would you let me do it, if I were Yrene? If I
lily
(lily)
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