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Wyrdkeys were. They still had that in their
favor.
Though Maeve was likely to bring her
army across the sea to hunt them down. Or
simply aid in Terrasen’s demise.
Aelin’s power stirred, a thunderhead
groaning in her blood. She ground her teeth
and paid it no attention.
Everything relied upon them reaching the
continent before Maeve and her forces. Or
before Erawan could destroy too much of the
world.
Aelin leaned into the sea breeze, letting it
seep into her skin, her hair, letting it wash
away the dark of the caves, if the dark of the
prior months could not be eased entirely.
Letting it soothe her fire into slumbering
embers.
These weeks at sea would be endless, even
with Rowan’s magic propelling them.