Aelin laughed. “One would think you were
afraid, Maeve. Of any sort of delay.” She
turned to Erawan once again. “The gods had
planned to drag you with them. To rip you
apart.” Aelin gave him a half smile. “I asked
them not to. So you and I might have this
grand duel of ours.”
“How is it that you survived?” Maeve
demanded.
“I learned to share,” Aelin purred. “After
all this time.”
“Lies,” Maeve spat.
“I do have a question for you,” Aelin said,
glancing between the two dark rulers,
separated from her by only the swirling snow.
“Will you be sharing power? Now that you’re
both trapped here.” She gestured to Maeve
with her burning shield. “Last I heard, you
were hell-bent on sending him home. And had
gathered a little army of healers in Doranelle
lily
(lily)
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