stare. And giving him a warning look that
conveyed everything she didn’t bother to say:
if he broke the Lady of Perranth’s heart, she’d
flambé him. And would invite Manon
Blackbeak to roast some dinner over his
burning corpse.
Lorcan rolled his eyes, and Aelin deemed
that acceptance enough as she asked them all,
“Did anyone bother to sleep?”
Only Fenrys lifted his hand.
Aedion frowned at the dark stain on the
stones.
“We’re putting a rug over it,” Aelin told
him.
Lysandra laughed. “Something tacky, I
hope.”
“I’m thinking pink and purple.
Embroidered with flowers. Just what Erawan
would have loved.”
The Fae males gaped at them, Ren
lily
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