CHAPTER 92

Aelin didn’t say that asking them to vote
hadn’t just been about letting them decide, as
free peoples of the world, how to seal its fate.
She didn’t say that it had also been a coward’s
thing to do. To let someone else decide for
her. To choose the road ahead.
They camped that night at Endovier, the
salt mines a mere three miles down the road.
Rowan made them set up their royal tent.
Their royal bed.
She didn’t eat with the others. Could barely
touch the food Rowan laid on the desk. She
was still sitting in front of it, roast rabbit now