CHAPTER 96

Rowan had not moved for the hours they’d
stood beside Aelin and Dorian and watched
them stare at nothing. Chaol had not so much
as shifted, either.
The night passed, the stars wheeling over
this hateful, cold place.
And then Dorian arched, gulping down air
—and collapsed to his knees.
Aelin remained where she was. Remained
standing and simply let go of Dorian’s hand.
Rowan’s very soul halted.
“No,” Dorian rasped, scrambling toward
her, trying to grip her hand again, to join her.