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day or two, if they were to make it to Terrasen
quickly. There were too many storms in the
North to have risked crossing directly there,
their captain had said. This time of year, it
was safer to make it to the continent’s coast,
then sail up it. Even if that command and
those very storms had landed them here:
somewhere between Fenharrow and Adarlan’s
border. With Rifthold a few days ahead.
When Rowan didn’t resume their sparring,
Aelin scowled. “What.”
It wasn’t so much of a question as a
demand.
His gaze was unfaltering. As it had been
when she’d returned from her run through the
misty fields beyond the inn and found him
leaning against the apple tree. “That’s enough
for today.”
“We’ve hardly started.” She lifted her
blade.