eyeing them, and found Lorcan, Fenrys,
Gavriel, and Elide waiting by the edge of the
tents.
Chaol and Dorian murmured something
about gathering the other royals, and peeled
away.
Aelin remained close to Rowan as they
approached their court. Fenrys scanned her
from head to toe, nostrils flaring as he scented
her. He staggered a step closer, horror
creeping across his face. Gavriel only paled.
Elide gasped. “You did it, didn’t you?”
But it was Lorcan who answered,
stiffening, as if sensing the change that had
come over her, “You—you’re not human.”
Rowan snarled in warning. Aelin just
looked at them, the people who’d given so
much and chosen to follow her here, their
doom still remaining. To succeed, and yet to
utterly fail.
lily
(lily)
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