throughout, wings booming everywhere.
Still Aelin remained there for a moment
longer, just beyond the gates to her city. Her
home. Still she pressed her hand to her chest,
feeling the heart thundering beneath, feeling
the dust of every road she had traveled these
ten years to return here.
For this moment. For this purpose.
So she whispered it to herself, one last
time. The story.
Her story.
Once upon a time, in a land long since
burned to ash, there lived a young princess
who loved her kingdom ...
Yrene had halted her healing only for a few
minutes. Her power flowed, strong and bright,
undimming despite the work she’d been doing
for hours.
But she’d stopped, needing to see what had