Kingdom of Ash

cold, poring over those useless books on
Wyrdmarks when Rowan said from across the
table, “I do not accept this.”
“I do.” The words were flat, dead.
As she would be, before the sun had fully
risen. Aelin shut the ancient tome before her.
Only a few days separated them from
Terrasen’s border. Perhaps she should have
agreed to do this now, but on the condition
that it was on Terrasen soil. Terrasen soil,
rather than by Endovier.
But every passing day was a risk. A terrible
risk.
“You have never accepted anything in your
life,” Rowan snarled, shooting to his feet and
bracing his hands on the table. “And now you
are suddenly willing to do so?”
She swallowed against the ache in her
throat. Surveyed the books she’d combed
through thrice now to no avail. “What am I