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a possibility.”
Again, that hint of a smile and glance over
her shoulder toward Elide. “It is.” Her
turquoise eyes were bright as she looked back
at him, and there was wisdom on Aelin’s face
that he had perhaps never noticed before. A
queen’s face. “Believe me, Lorcan, it is.”
He shut down the hope that filled his chest,
foreign and unwanted.
“But Terrasen will not survive this war, she
will not survive this war, without you.”
And even if the queen before him gave her
immortal life to forge the Lock, to stop
Erawan, Lorcan’s blood oath to protect her
kingdom would hold.
“It’s your choice,” she said simply.
Lorcan allowed himself to look to Elide,
foolish as it might be.
She had a hand on her throat, her dark eyes
so wide.