Kingdom of Ash

Aelin’s full powers were now ... he didn’t
quite know. Where they’d been at Mistward,
perhaps. When she still had that self-inflicted
damper. Not as little as when she’d arrived,
but not as much as when she’d encircled all of
Doranelle with her flame.
Certainly not enough to face Erawan and
walk away. And Maeve.
He didn’t care. Didn’t give a shit whether
she had all the power of the sun, or not an
ember.
It had never mattered to him anyway.
Outside, the wind howled, the tent
shuddering.
“Is it always this bad?” Fenrys asked,
frowning at the shaking tent walls.
“Yes,” Elide and Aelin said, then shared a
rare smile.
A miracle, that smile on Aelin’s mouth.
But Elide’s faded as she said, “This storm