A warrior-brute,” Vernon spat, sneering
toward Lorcan. Then at Elide. “Your mother’s
preference seems to have passed to you, too.”
A hateful shake of the head. “Such a pity. She
was a rare beauty, you know. Such a pity that
she was killed, defending Her Majesty.” Heat
flared across the room, but Aelin’s face
remained unmoved. “There might have been a
place for her in Perranth had she not—”
“Enough,” Elide said softly, but not
weakly. She took another step toward him.
“So you were jealous. Of my father. Jealous of
his strength, his talent. Of his wife.” Vernon
opened his mouth, but Elide lifted a hand. “I
am not done yet.”
Vernon blinked.
Elide kept her breathing steady, shoulders
back. “I do not care why you are here. I do not
care what they plan to do with you. But I want
you to know that once I walk from this room,
lily
(lily)
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