down. “It’s not my choice alone.”
And Chaol realized that it was indeed a
queen standing before them, not the assassin
he’d dragged out of a salt mine a few miles
down the road. Not even the woman he’d seen
in Rifthold.
Dorian squared his shoulders. “The choice
is also mine.”
Slowly, so slowly, Aelin looked at him.
Chaol braced himself. Her voice was deadly
soft as she said to Dorian, “You retrieved the
third key. Your role in this is done.”
“Like hell it is,” Dorian said, sapphire eyes
flashing. “The same blood, the same debt,
flows in my veins.”
Chaol’s hands curled at his sides as he
fought to keep his mouth shut. Rowan seemed
to be doing the same as the two rulers squared
off.
Aelin’s face remained unmoved—distant.
lily
(lily)
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