Morath.
“I have little doubt,” Dorian admitted,
“that both Erawan and Maeve survived
Morath’s collapsing. It likely only served to
enrage them.”
It didn’t stop Chaol from marveling at his
friend, the others gawking.
“Well done,” Lorcan said, scanning the
king from head to toe. “Well done indeed.”
Aelin let out an impressed whistle. “I wish
I could have seen it,” she said to Dorian,
shaking her head. Then she turned to Rowan.
“Your uncle and Essar came through, then.
They kicked Maeve to the curb.”
The Fae Prince snorted. “You said your
letter was strongly worded. I should have
believed you.” Aelin sketched a bow. Chaol
hadn’t the faintest idea what they were talking
about, but Rowan went on, “So if Maeve
cannot be Queen of the Fae, she will find
lily
(lily)
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