Arcas, the fierce ruk rider’s mount, was
still dozing where he slept on the stern. “You
might have to wait awhile for that.”
Indeed, they’d both learned these weeks
not to disturb either ruk or rider while they
were sleeping. Gods help them if Borte and
Aelin ever met.
Yrene smiled, and lifted her hands to cup
his face. Her clear eyes scanned his. “I love
you,” she said softly.
Chaol lowered his brow until it rested
against hers. “Tell me that when we’re knee-
deep in freezing mud, will you?”
She snorted, but made no move to pull
away. Neither did he.
So brow to brow and soul to soul, they
stood there amid the bitter wind and lashing
waves, and waited to see what the ruks might
discover.
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