Maeve curled over her knees, her mind and
power contained. Waiting in despair for the
dark king whom she’d tried so hard to escape.
Or for the shuddering fortress to collapse
around her.
He knew he would regret it. Knew he
should kill her. But to condemn her to what
he’d endured ...
He would not wish it upon anyone. Even if
it cost them this war.
He did not think it made him weak. Not at
all.
Beyond the window, Ironteeth shot to the
skies, wyverns shrieking as Morath’s stones
began to give way. In the valley below, the
army halted to peer at the mountain looming
high above them. The shaking tower built atop
it.
Please, Maeve said again. Levels beneath
them, another bellow of rage thundered from
lily
(lily)
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