doubt flickered again.
He glanced to Aelin. To her fire, her sword.
She bowed her head.
Erawan hissed at Maeve, “If she spoke
true, you are carrion.”
And before Aelin could muster an ember to
strike, a dark, sinewy form swept from the
blackness behind Erawan and snatched him
up. An ilken.
Aelin didn’t waste her power trying to
down them, not with the ilken’s defenses
against magic. Not with Maeve tracking
Erawan as he was carried into the skies. Over
the city.
Against two Valg rulers, she should have
already been dead. Against the female before
her, Aelin knew it was still just a matter of
time. But if Yrene, if her friends, could take
down Erawan ...
“Just us, then,” Maeve said, lips curving
lily
(lily)
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