survive this.”
Elide’s chest tightened. “You owe it to my
mother to live, Aelin.” She leaned closer,
practically pushing the ring into Aelin’s face.
“Take it. If not for me, then for her.”
Aelin stared at the ring again. And then
took it.
Elide tried not to sigh as the queen slid it
onto her finger.
“Thank you,” Aelin murmured.
Elide was about to answer when the tent
flaps opened, icy air howling in—along with
Borte. “You didn’t invite me for a bath?” the
rukhin asked, frowning dramatically at the
queen.
Aelin’s lips curved upward. “I thought
rukhin were too tough for baths.”
“Do you see how nice the men keep their
hair? You think that doesn’t imply an
obsession with cleanliness?” Borte strode
lily
(lily)
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