Aelin ran a hand down the powerful
muscles of his thigh, fingers snagging in the
rip of fabric just above his knee. “I didn’t feel
you get this wound through the mating bond,”
she said, grazing the thick ridge of the new
scar. A trophy from the battle. She made
herself meet his piercing stare. Did Maeve
somehow break that part of it? That part of
us?
“No,” he breathed, and stroked the hair
from her brow. “I’ve realized that the bond
only conveys the pain of the gravest wounds.”
She touched the spot on his shoulder where
Asterin Blackbeak’s arrow had pierced him all
those months ago. The moment she’d known
what he was to her.
“It was why I didn’t know what was
happening to you on the beach,” Rowan said
roughly. Because the whipping, brutal and
unbearable as it had been, hadn’t brought her
lily
(lily)
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