think you’d agree to it. What I might have
against you.” A low laugh. “The very things
that you seek to protect—that’s what I shall
destroy, should you defy me. What is most
precious to you. And when I have finished
doing that, you will kneel.”
No, no—
Darkness pulsed from Maeve, and Aelin’s
vision wavered.
A wave of ice-kissed wind blasted it back.
Just enough for her to get a breath down.
To lift her head and see the tattooed hand that
now stretched down for her. Reaching for her
—an offer to rise. Rowan.
Behind him, two others appeared. Lorcan
and Fenrys, the latter in wolf form.
The cadre, who had not halted that day to
help her at Mistward—but who did so now.
But Rowan kept his hand outstretched to
Aelin, that offer to stand unfaltering, and
lily
(lily)
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