CHAPTER 115

Maeve’s dark blood leaked onto the snow as
she fell to her knees, fingers scrabbling at the
burning sword stuck through her chest.
Fenrys stepped around her, leaving the
sword where he’d impaled her as he walked to
Aelin’s side.
Embers swirling around her and Rowan,
Aelin approached the queen.
Baring her teeth, Maeve hissed as she tried
and failed to pry free the blade. “Take it out.”
Aelin only looked to Lorcan. “Anything to
say?”
Lorcan smiled grimly, surveying the Fae