can’t.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair.
“I wanted that thousand years with you,” she
said softly. “I wanted to have children with
you. I wanted to go into the Afterworld
together.” Her tears landed in his hair.
Rowan lifted his head. “Then fight for it.
One more time. Fight for that future.”
She gazed at him, at the life she saw in his
face. All that he offered.
All that she might have, too.
“I need to ask you to do something.”
Aelin’s voice roused Dorian from a fitful
sleep. He sat up on his cot. From the silence
of the camp, it had to be the dead of night.
“What?”
Rowan was standing guard behind her,
watching the army camp beneath the trees.
Dorian caught his emerald gaze—saw the