that gift and power: friendship.
What Aelin knew had kept the queen
before her from becoming a mirror. What had
saved her, and this kingdom.
Maeve thrashed, Goldryn burning, twin to
the light on her finger.
Immunity from the Valg. And poison to
them.
Maeve shrieked, the sound loud enough to
shake the world.
They only stood amongst the falling snow,
faces unmoved, and watched her.
Witnessed this death for all those she had
destroyed.
Maeve contorted, clawing at herself. Her
pale skin began to flake away like old paint.
Revealing bits of the creature beneath the
glamour. The skin she’d created for herself.
Aelin only looked to Rowan, to Lorcan and
Fenrys, a silent question in her eyes.
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