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Worse than the tools of breaking dangling at
Cairn’s side.
“Maeve wants you moved,” he said, that
feverish light growing as he hoisted her up
and carried her to the box. Let her drop into it
so hard the chains clanked against her bones,
her skull. Her eyes watered, and she lunged
up, but the lid slammed shut.
Darkness, hot and tight, pressed in. The
twin to what grew under her skin.
“With Morath creeping onto these shores
again, she wants you moved somewhere more
secure until she returns,” Cairn crooned
through the lid. Guards grunted, and the box
lifted, Aelin shifting, biting her lip against the
movement. “I don’t give a shit what she does
to you once she puts that demon collar around
your throat. But until then ... I’ll get you all
to myself, won’t I? A last little bout of fun for
you and me, until you find yourself with a