him. Pulling him from that bloodied veranda.
To a body trembling in pain. A face that
burned and throbbed.
I am here, I am with you.
And Fenrys found himself blinking back.
Just once.
Yes.
And when Aelin’s eyes moved again, he
understood.
Aelin looked to Rowan. Found her mate
already smiling at her. Aware of what likely
awaited them. “Together,” she said quietly.
Rowan’s thumb brushed against hers. In love
and farewell.
And then they erupted.
Flame, white-hot and blinding, roared
toward Maeve.
But the dark queen had been waiting. Twin
waves of darkness arched and cascaded for