save Terrasen, to save all of them. He could
do nothing less. Aelin certainly had more to
lose. A mate and husband who loved her. A
court who’d follow her into hell. A kingdom
long awaiting her return.
All he had was an unmarked grave for a
healer no one would remember, a broken
empire, and a shattered castle.
Dorian closed his eyes for a moment,
blocking out the sight of the glass castle
exploding, the sight of his father reaching for
him, begging for forgiveness. A monster—the
man had been a monster in every possible
way. Had sired Dorian while possessed by a
Valg demon.
What did it make him? His blood ran red,
and the Valg prince who’d infested Dorian
himself had delighted on feasting on him, on
making him enjoy all he’d done while
collared. But did it still make him fully
lily
(lily)
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