swallowed those raging words. As all mortals
were expected to. For Aelin, she could submit.
As Aelin would ultimately submit.
Gavriel’s face held no mercy, only a grim
sort of practicality as he beheld the shaking
commander dangling from Rowan’s iron grip.
“Tell him what he wants to know. You’ll only
make it worse for yourself.”
Lorcan had nearly reached them, a dark
wind swirling about his long fingers.
There was nothing of the male she’d come
to know on his harsh face. At least, the male
he’d been before that beach. No, this was the
mask she’d first seen in Oakwald. Unfeeling.
Arrogant. Cruel.
The commander beheld the power
gathering in Lorcan’s hand, but managed to
sneer at Rowan, blood coating his teeth.
“She’ll kill all of you.” A black eye already
bloomed, the lid swollen shut. Air pulsed at
lily
(lily)
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