savagely satisfied at her side.
“It won’t be quick this way,” Aelin said,
extending the key to Elide. The rest of the
question hung there.
Vernon kept screaming, pleading for them
to come back, to unchain him.
Elide studied the sealed door. The
desperate man behind it.
The Lady of Perranth took the outstretched
key. Pocketed it. “We should find a better way
to seal that room.”
“Our worst fears have been confirmed,” Aelin
said to Rowan, leaning over a railing of one of
the Northern Fang’s balconies, peering to the
army gathered on the Gap floor. To where
their companions now headed, the task of
permanently sealing the chamber in which
Vernon sat chained completed. Where they
should be headed, too. But she had paused