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seemed. “Since I doubt we will be welcome in
Doranelle again, I would like to think that this
may perhaps be our new home, should all go
well.”
Aelin would have agreed. “You are
welcome here—all of you. For as long as you
like.”
“You are not authorized to make such
invitations,” Lord Gunnar snapped.
None of them bothered to answer. But Ilias
of the Silent Assassins gave a solemn nod that
voiced his agreement to stay, and Ansel of
Briarcliff merely winked again at Aelin and
said, “I came this far to help you beat that
bastard into dust. I don’t see why I’d go home
now.”
Lysandra didn’t fake the gratitude that
tightened her throat as she bowed to the allies
her queen had gathered.
A tall, dark-haired young man entered the