She heaved a breath, sucking down the
morning air.
Aelin heard them before she saw them,
scented them. And when they turned, they
found Lorcan and Elide walking onto the
tower balcony, Aedion, Lysandra, and Fenrys
trailing. Ren Allsbrook, tentative and wary-
eyed, emerged behind them.
How they’d known where to find them,
why they’d come, Aelin had no idea. Fenrys’s
wounds had closed at least, though twin, red
scars slashed from his brow to his jaw. He
didn’t seem to notice—or care.
She also didn’t fail to note the hand Lorcan
kept on Elide’s back. The glow on the lady’s
face.
Aelin could guess well enough what that
glow was from. Even Lorcan’s dark eyes were
bright.
It didn’t stop Aelin from catching Lorcan’s
lily
(lily)
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