One false move, and her fire would melt
him.
Only the Lion and Fenrys stood in the
chamber, stationed by the doors.
Rowan and Lorcan had snarled at her order
to stay in the hall, but Aelin had declared that
they would only hinder her efforts here.
Aelin sipped from her own tankard and
hummed. “An odd day, when one has to
compliment their enemy’s good taste in ale.”
Vernon frowned at the tankard.
“It’s not poisoned,” Aelin said. “It’d defeat
the purpose if it was.”
Vernon took a small sip. “I suppose you
think plying me with ale and talking like
we’re steadfast friends will get you what you
want to know.”
“Would you prefer the alternative?” She
smiled slightly. “I certainly don’t.”
“The methods may differ, but the end
lily
(lily)
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