CHAPTER 37

Days of near-silent travel passed.
Three days, if whatever senses Rowan and
Gavriel possessed proved true. Perhaps the
latter carried a pocket watch. Aelin didn’t
particularly care.
She used each of those days to consider
what had been done, what lay before her.
Sometimes, the roar of her magic drowned out
her thoughts. Sometimes it slumbered. She
never heeded it.
They sailed through the darkness, the river
below so black that they might as well have
been drifting through Hellas’s realm.