Yrene had done the impossible.
Chaol slid his arms around her waist and
buried his face in her neck. “It’s over, then,”
he said against her skin, unable to stop the
shaking that took over, the mix of relief and
joy and lingering, phantom terror.
Yrene just ran her hands through his hair,
down his back, and he felt her smile. “It’s
over.”
Yet the woman he held, the child growing
within her ...
Erawan might have been over, his threat
and army with it. And Maeve with it, too.
But life, Chaol realized—life was just
beginning.
Nesryn didn’t believe it. The enemy had just
... collapsed. Even the kharankui-hybrids.
It was as unlikely as the Fae and wolves
who had simply appeared through holes in the