“You’re so eager to die?”
Dorian didn’t retreat. “Are you?”
Silence. Utter silence in the clearing.
Then Aelin shrugged, as if the weight of
entire worlds didn’t hang in the balance.
“Regardless of who will put the keys back into
the gate, this is a fate that belongs to all of us.
So all of us should decide.” Her chin lifted.
“Do we continue on to war, hope we make it
to Orynth in time, and then destroy the keys?
Or do we destroy the keys now, and then you
continue northward.” A pause, horrible and
unbearable. “Without me.”
Rowan was shaking, whether with restraint
or in dread, Chaol couldn’t tell.
Aelin said, unwavering and calm, “I would
like to put it to a vote.”
A vote.
Rowan had never heard of anything so