every time he saw them. Every time he saw
the Torre healers, and wished Sorscha had
found them.
“So the world was only partly saved,”
Yrene said. “Better than nothing.”
Dorian smiled at that. He adored his
friend’s wife already. Likely would have
married her, too, if he’d had the chance.
Even if his thoughts still drifted northward
—to a golden-eyed witch who walked with
death beside her and did not fear it. Did she
think of him? Wonder what had become of
him in Morath?
“Aelin and I still have magic,” Dorian said.
“Not like it was before, but we still have it.
We’re not entirely helpless.”
“Enough to take on Erawan?” Chaol said,
his bronze eyes wary. Well aware of the
answer. “And Maeve?”
“We’ll have to figure out a way,” Dorian
lily
(lily)
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