handed the book back to Rowan.
Borte chuckled, and leaned back in her
seat, toying with the end of a long braid. “Do
you think the spell exists—to find an alternate
way to seal the Wyrdgate?” The question was
barely more than a whisper, and yet Rowan
shot the girl a warning look. Borte just waved
him off.
No. Elena would have told her, or Brannon,
if such a thing had existed.
Aelin ran a hand over the dry, ancient page,
the symbols blurring. “It’s worth a look, isn’t
it?”
Rowan indeed resumed his careful
browsing and decoding. He’d sit here for
hours, she knew. And if they found nothing,
she knew he’d sit here and reread them all just
to be sure.
A way out—an alternate path. For her, for
Dorian. For whichever of them would pay the
lily
(lily)
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