plunged into water.
Aelin. That’s who she was.
That lake water had never seen sunlight, had
flowed from the dark, cold heart of the
mountains themselves. It would kill even the
most hardened of Fae warriors within
minutes.
Yet there was Aelin, swimming as if it
were a sun-warmed forest pool.
She treaded water, dipping her head back
every now and then to scrub at her hair.
He hadn’t realized that she was burning so
hotly until she’d stepped into the frigid lake
and steam had risen.
Silently, she’d dove in, swimming beneath
the surface, the water so clear he could see
every stroke of her faintly glowing body. As if
the water had peeled away the skin of the
woman and revealed the blazing soul beneath.