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so. Why she remained deathless and ageless,
and had outlasted any other. Why Maeve’s
power was darkness.
“It is also why she fears fire,” Sartaq said,
jerking his chin to Aelin. “Why she fears you
so.”
And why she’d wanted to break her. To be
just like that enslaved healer bound in owl
form at her side.
“I thought—I managed to cut her once,”
Aelin said at last. That quiet, ancient darkness
pushed in, dragging her down, down, down
—“I saw her blood flow black. Then it
changed to red.” She blew out a breath,
pulling out of the darkness, the silence that
wanted to devour her whole. Made herself
straighten. Peer at Fenrys. “You said that her
blood tasted ordinary to you when you swore
the oath.”
The white wolf shifted back into his Fae