Aelin pressed, “She wants you out, you
know. Gone. What did she even tell you when
your Wyrdkey went missing? Let me guess:
the King of Adarlan snuck into Morath, killed
the girl you’d enslaved to be your living gate,
destroyed your castle, and Maeve arrived just
in time to try to stop him—but failed? Did
you know that she worked with him for days
and days? Trying to get the key from you?”
“That is a lie,” Maeve snapped.
“Is it? Shall I repeat some of the things you
said in your most private meetings with Lord
Erawan here? The things the King of Adarlan
told me?”
Erawan’s smile grew. “You always had a
flair for the dramatic. Perhaps you are lying,
as my sister claims.”
“Perhaps I am, perhaps I am not. Though I
think the truth of your new ally’s
backstabbing is far more interesting than any
lily
(lily)
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