CHAPTER 70

The Queen of the Fae had come to Morath.
Dorian forced his heartbeat to calm, his
breathing to steady as Maeve sipped from her
wine.
“You do not know me, then,” the Fae
Queen said, studying the Valg king.
Erawan paused, goblet half-raised to his
lips. “Are you not Maeve, Queen of
Doranelle?”
Aelin. Had Maeve brought Aelin here? To
be sold to Erawan?
Gods, gods—
Maeve tipped back her head and laughed.