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Because I am lost. And I do not know the way.
Cairn was still talking. Still scraping his
knife over the coffin’s lid.
But Aelin did not hear him as she found a
woman lying beside her. A mirror—or a
reflection of the face she’d bear in a few
years’ time. Should she live that long.
Borrowed time. Every moment of it had
been borrowed time.
Evalin Ashryver ran gentle fingers down
Aelin’s cheek. Over the mask.
Aelin could have sworn she felt them
against her skin.
You have been very brave, her mother said.
You have been very brave, for so very long.
Aelin couldn’t stop the silent sob that
worked its way up her throat.
But you must be brave a little while longer,
my Fireheart.
She leaned into her mother’s touch.