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times. Are you all right?
A gull’s cry pierced the gray world, and
Aelin blinked back twice. No.
It was as much as she’d admit. She blinked
again, thrice now. Are you all right?
Two blinks from him, too.
No, they were not all right. They might
never be. If the others knew, if they saw past
the swagger and temper, they didn’t let on.
None of them commented that Fenrys
hadn’t once used his magic to leap between
places. Not that there was anywhere to go in
the middle of the sea. But even when they
sparred, he didn’t wield it.
Perhaps it had died with Connall. Perhaps
it had been a gift they had both shared, and
touching it was unbearable.
She didn’t dare peer inward, to the
churning sea inside her. Couldn’t.
Aelin and Fenrys stood by the field as the