sorrow for the goddess who had blessed her
still darkening her golden eyes. “Can they not
intervene?”
“There are indeed other forces at work in
this world,” Dorian said, touching Damaris’s
hilt. The god of truth—that’s who had blessed
Gavin’s sword. “But I think if those forces
had been able to aid us in this manner, they
would have done so already.”
Aelin tapped her foot on the ground.
“Expecting divine handouts is a waste of our
time. And not the topic at hand.” She fixed her
burning stare on Dorian. “We are also not
debating who shall pay the cost.”
“Why.” Rowan’s low question was out
before he could halt it.
Slowly, his mate turned toward him.
“Because we’re not.” Sharp, icy words. She
cut Dorian a look, and the King of Adarlan
opened his mouth. “We’re not,” she snarled.
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(lily)
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