between them. “When your first child is near,
send for me and I will come. To help with the
birth.”
Rowan didn’t have words for the gratitude
that threatened to bow his shoulders. Fae
births ... He didn’t let himself think of it. Not
as he hugged the healer.
For a moment, Aelin and Yrene just stared
at each other.
“We’re a long way from Innish,” Yrene
whispered.
“But lost no longer,” Aelin whispered back,
voice breaking as they embraced. The two
women who had held the fate of their world
between them. Who had saved it.
Behind them, Chaol wiped at his face.
Rowan, ducking his head, did the same.
His good-bye to Chaol was quick, their
embrace firm. Dorian lingered longer,
graceful and steady, even as Rowan found
lily
(lily)
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