his bones quailed.
Tell Erawan, Dorian said, halting on the
windowsill, that I did it for Adarlan.
For Sorscha and Kaltain and all those
destroyed by it. As Adarlan itself had been
destroyed.
But from utter ruin, it might be built again.
If not by him, then by others.
Perhaps that would be his first and only
gift to Adarlan as its king: a clean slate,
should they survive this war.
Screaming filled the halls. He’d marked
where the human servants worked, where they
dwelled. They would find, as they fled, that
their passageways remained stable. Until
every last one of them was out.
Please, Maeve begged, staggering to her
knees as the tower swayed again. Please.
He should let Erawan find her. Doom her to
the life she’d intended for him. For Aelin.
lily
(lily)
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