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heard the lady.”
A flash ruptured from where Fenrys had
been sniffing at a trunk of jewels, and then a
male was standing there. His gray clothes
worn, but intact—in better shape than the
hollowed-out look in his eyes.
Aelin paused her looting.
Fenrys’s throat bobbed, as if trying to
remember speech. Then he said hoarsely, “We
needed more pockets.” He patted his own for
emphasis.
Aelin’s lips curved in a hint of a smile. She
blinked at Fenrys—three times.
Fenrys blinked once in answer.
A code. They’d made up some silent code
to communicate when he’d been ordered to
remain in his wolf form.
Aelin’s smile remained, just barely, as she
walked to the golden-haired male, his bronze
skin ashen. She opened her arms in silent