Maeve smiled at the ancient sword. “It
seems the Queen of Terrasen learned to share.
She’s acquired quite the trove, hasn’t she?”
Dorian started. If Maeve knew everything
Aelin possessed—
“I know that, too,” Maeve said, her dark
eyes depthless. Damaris warmed in his grip.
“And know the spider did not guess at that
truth, at least.” She scanned him. “Where are
they now, Dorian Havilliard?”
Something slithering and sharp slid along
his mind. Trying to get in—
Dorian’s magic roared. A sheet of ice
slammed into those mental talons. Blasted
them away.
Maeve chuckled, and Dorian blinked,
finding the room also coated with frost. “A
dramatic, but effective method.”
Dorian smirked at her, “You think I would
be foolish enough to allow you into my
lily
(lily)
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