But the wound on Aelin’s hand had sealed.
“No, no!” Dorian shouted, and Rowan
knew then.
Knew what she had done.
The final deceit, the last lie.
“What happened?” Chaol demanded,
reaching to hoist Dorian to his feet. The king
sobbed, unbuckling the ancient sword from
his side and hurling it away. Damaris thunked
hollowly as it hit the earth.
Rowan just stared at Aelin.
At his mate, who had lied to him. To all of
them.
“It wasn’t enough—the two of us together.
It would have destroyed us both,” Dorian
wept. “Yet Damaris somehow summoned my
father, and ... he took my place. He offered to
take my place so she ...” Dorian lunged,
reaching for Aelin’s hand, but he’d left the
ring of Wyrdmarks.
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