said to Rowan, softly and sadly, “I’m sorry.”
She had lied.
His Fireheart had lied.
And he would now watch her die.
Hand in hand with her enemy, Aelin allowed
the magic to flow again. Allowed it to rage
out of her.
The nameless king’s power was nothing
compared to Dorian’s. But it was just enough,
as he said. Just enough to help.
She had never intended for Dorian to
destroy himself for this. Only for him to give
just enough. And then she would have tossed
him back into Erilea. So she might finish this
alone.
Payment for ten years of selfishness, ten
years away from Terrasen, ten years of
running.
The agony became a numbing roar. Even