You do not yield.
When the Lock took everything, would it
claim this part as well? This most precious
part of her power?
She tucked away those thoughts, too.
Concentrating, gritting her teeth, Aelin
commanded the ball of water to rotate in her
palm.
A wobble was all she got in answer.
She snorted. “Faerie Queen of the West
indeed.”
Rowan huffed a quiet laugh. “Keep
practicing. In a thousand years, you might
actually be able to do something with it.”
She whacked his arm, the droplet of water
soaking into the sleeve of his shirt. “It’s a
wonder I learned anything from you with that
sort of encouragement.” She shook the
wetness from her hand. Right into his face.
Rowan nipped at her nose. “I do keep a
lily
(lily)
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