herself another throne.”
“Bitch,” Fenrys spat. Chaol was inclined to
agree.
“Our worst fears have been confirmed,
then,” Prince Sartaq said, glancing to his
siblings. “A Valg king and queen united.” A
nod toward Elide. “Your uncle did not lie.”
“Maeve has no army now,” Dorian
reminded them. “Just her power.”
Nesryn cringed. “The hybrids she created
with the princesses might be disaster enough.”
Chaol glanced to Yrene, the woman who
held the greatest weapon against the Valg
within her own body.
“When did you leave Morath?” Rowan
asked.
“Three days ago,” Dorian said.
Rowan turned to Aelin, ashen-faced as she
remained leaning against the tree. Chaol
wondered if she did so only because her own
lily
(lily)
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