way and failed. His father, who had
everything taken from him, but had never
bowed to Erawan—not entirely.
“I want to hate you,” Dorian said, his voice
breaking.
“I know,” his father said.
“You destroyed everything.” He couldn’t
stop his tears. Aelin’s hand only tightened in
his.
“I am sorry,” his father breathed. “I am
sorry for all of it, Dorian.”
And even the way his father said his name
—he had never heard him speak it like that.
Dismiss him. Throw him into some hell-
world. That’s what he should do.
And yet Dorian knew for whom he had
really brought down Morath. For whom he’d
buried that room of collars, the hateful tomb
around them.
“I’m sorry,” his father said again.
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