Chaol’s father said, “I hope that power of
yours can be summoned again.”
Aelin let an ember of that power smolder
in her eyes. “Thank you for the armor,” she
crooned.
“Consider it an early coronation gift,” the
Lord of Anielle countered with a mocking
smile.
Sartaq cleared his throat. “If you and your
companions are recovered, then we’ll press
northward as soon as we are able.” No
objections from Hasar at that.
“And march along the mountains?” Rowan
asked, scanning the map. Aelin traced the
route they’d follow. “We’d have to pass
directly before the Ferian Gap. We’ll barely
clear the other end of this lake before we’re in
another battle.”
“So we draw them out,” Hasar said. “Trick
them into emptying whatever forces wait in
lily
(lily)
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