Even with the cover of Oakwald, despite the
wider path that Aelin incinerated on either
side of the ancient road running up through
the continent like a withered vein, she could
feel Endovier looming. Could feel the Ruhnn
Mountains jutting toward them, a wall against
the horizon.
She rode near the front of the company, not
saying much as the morning, then the
afternoon passed. Rowan stayed by her side,
always remaining on her left—as if he might
be a shield between her and Endovier—while
she sent out plumes of flame that melted
ancient trees ahead. Rowan’s wind stifled any
smoke from alerting the enemy of their
approach.
He’d finished the tattoos the night before.
Had taken a small hand mirror to show her
what he’d done. The tattoo he’d made for
them.
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