might have. The most beautiful thing he’d
ever seen.
Aelin.
Their children pressed closer to her, the
eldest girl peering up to Aelin in warning.
Rowan felt it then. A lethal, mighty black
wind sweeping for them.
He tried to scream. Tried to get off his
knees, to find some way to them.
But the black wind roared in, ripping and
tearing everything in its path.
They were still staring at him as it swept
them away, too.
Until only dust and shadow remained.
Rowan jerked awake, his heart a frantic beat
as his body bellowed to move, to fight.
But there was nothing and no one to fight
here, in this dusty field beneath the stars.
A dream. That same dream.