shaking his head. His shoulder-length black
hair moved with him. “What are we missing
here? What aren’t we seeing?” In the firelight,
the slashing scar down his face was starker. A
reminder of the horrors Ren had endured, and
the ones his family hadn’t survived.
“It could be to keep us guessing. To make
us reposition our forces.” Aedion braced a
hand on the mantel, the warm stone seeping
into his still-chilled skin.
Ren had indeed readied the Bane the
months Aedion had been away, working
closely with Kyllian to position them as far
south from Orynth as Darrow’s leash would
allow. Which, it turned out, was barely
beyond the foothills lining the southernmost
edge of the Plain of Theralis.
Ren had since yielded control to Aedion,
though the Lord of Allsbrook’s reunion with
Aelin had been frosty. As cold as the snow
lily
(lily)
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