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“Why are you telling me this?” Fenrys,
blood oath or no, what he’d done for Aelin or
no, was not privy to these matters. No, it was
between him and his mate, and no one else.
Fenrys threw him a grin that didn’t meet
his eyes. “You were staring at her half the
night. I could see it on your face. You’re all
thinking it—why doesn’t she just burn the
enemy to hell?”
Rowan aimed for the washing station down
the hall. A few soldiers and healers stood
along the metal trough, scrubbing their faces
to shake the sleep or nerves.
Fenrys said, “He put her in those metal
gauntlets. And one time, he heated them over
an open brazier. There ...” He stumbled for
words, and Rowan could barely breathe. “It
took the healers two weeks to fix what he did
to her hands and wrists. And when she woke
up, there was nothing but healed skin. She