Rowan just looked at her. Then scrubbed at
his face. “You think a letter could do that?”
“It was strongly worded.”
He gaped a bit. “What sort of nefarious
plans did you mention?”
“Desire to conquer the world, her complete
lack of interest in sparing Fae lives in a war,
her interest in Valg things.” She swallowed. “I
might have mentioned that she’s possibly
Valg.”
Rowan started.
Aelin shrugged. “It was a lucky guess. The
best lies are always mixed with truth.”
“Suggesting Maeve is Valg is a fairly
outlandish lie, even for you. Even if it turned
out to be true.”
She waved a hand. “We’ll see if anything
comes of it.”
“If it works, if they somehow revolt and
the army turns against her ...” He shook his
lily
(lily)
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