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tent, his gray eyes darting around the gathered
company. They widened when they beheld her
—Aelin. Widened, then glanced to Aedion as
if to confirm. He marked the golden hair, the
Ashryver eyes, and paled.
“What is it, Nox,” Darrow growled. The
messenger straightened, and hurried to the
lord’s side, murmuring something in his ear.
“Send him in,” was Darrow’s only answer.
Nox stalked out, graceful despite his
height, and a shorter, pale-skinned man
entered.
Darrow extended a hand for the letter.
“You had a message from Eldrys?”
Lysandra smelled the stranger the moment
Aedion did.
A moment before the stranger smiled and
said, “Erawan sends his regards.”
And unleashed a blast of black wind right
at her.