“Keep the letters,” he said, steering his
chair back to the doors. “Now that she’s left
you, it might be your only way to remember
her.” He opened the study door and looked
over his shoulder.
His father remained beside the trunk, stiff
as a sword.
“I don’t make bargains with bastards,”
Chaol said, smiling again as he entered the
hall beyond. “I’m certainly not going to start
with you.”
Chaol gave the wild men of the Fangs a small
chunk of territory in South Anielle. His father
had raged, refusing to acknowledge the trade,
but no one had heeded him, to Aelin’s eternal
amusement.
Two days later, a small unit of those men
arrived at the city’s westernmost edge, near
the gaping hole where the dam had been, and