limbs. He smiled at the young healer whose
hands glowed with pure light, as if already
tasting her blood. Savoring the destruction of
what she offered, the gift she’d been given.
His sheer presence set people in the castle
below screaming as they fled.
Not death incarnate, but something far
worse. Something nearly as ancient, and
almost as powerful.
The ilken swept over the tower, dropping
him onto the balcony stones. Erawan landed
with the grace of a cat, barely winded as he
straightened.
As he smiled at her.
“I never thought you’d do it, you know,”
Maeve said, her dark power coiling around her
as Aelin panted. A cramp had begun low in
her back and now lashed its way up her spine,
down her legs. “That you’d be foolish enough