Rowan and Lorcan nodded. Fenrys blinked
once, his mauled face still bleeding.
So Aelin approached the screaming queen,
the creature beneath. Walked behind her and
yanked out Goldryn.
Maeve sagged to the snow and mud, but the
ring continued to rip her apart from within.
Maeve lifted dark, hateful eyes as Aelin
raised Goldryn.
Aelin only smiled down at her. “We’ll
pretend my last words to you were something
worthy of a song.”
She swung the burning sword.
Maeve’s mouth was still open in a scream
as her head tumbled to the snow.
Black blood sprayed, and Aelin moved
again, stabbing Goldryn through Maeve’s
skull. Into the earth beneath.
“Burn her,” Lorcan rasped.
Rowan’s hand, warm and strong, found
lily
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