Kingdom of Ash

“Vanished, but did not die out,” Rolfe
countered. “And we have come to fulfill an
old debt.”
Darrow rubbed at his temple. Old—Darrow
truly looked his age as he leaned against the
table edge. “Well, we have the gods to thank
for that.”
Lysandra said, simmering with rage, “You
have Aelin to thank for that.”
The man narrowed his eyes, and Aedion’s
temper honed itself into something lethal. But
Darrow’s voice was exhausted—heavy, as he
asked, “Not pretending today, Lady?”
Lysandra only pointed to Rolfe, then Ansel,
then Galan. Swept her arm to the windows, to
where the Fae royals and Ilias of the Silent
Assassins tended to their own on the castle
grounds. “All of them. All of them came here
because of Aelin. Not you. So before you
sneer that there is no Her Majesty’s Armada,