The absence of his scent, his heat, filled
her with cold. But she kept her shoulders
back. Kept her breathing steady as she
memorized the lines of Rowan’s face.
Dorian, eyes shining bright, stepped onto
the marks. Aelin said to Rowan, “Seal the last
one when we’re done.”
Her prince, her mate, nodded.
Dorian drew out a folded bit of cloth from
his jacket. Opened it to reveal two slivers of
black stone. And the Amulet of Orynth.
Her stomach roiled, nausea at their
otherworldliness threatening to bring her to
her knees. But she took the Amulet of Orynth
from him.
“I thought you might be the one who
wished to open it,” Dorian said quietly.
Here in the place where she’d suffered and
endured, here in the place where so many
things had begun.
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