“Do it,” Mala said quietly.
Aelin looked past her, toward that pristine
world they had sought to return to for so long.
And realized that Mala knew—saw the
thoughts in her own head.
“Aren’t you going to stop me?”
Mala only held out a hand.
In it lay a kernel of white-hot power. A
fallen star.
“Take it. One last gift to my bloodline.”
She could have sworn Mala smiled. “For what
you offered on her behalf. For fighting for her.
For all of them.”
Aelin staggered the few steps to the
goddess, to the power she offered in her hand.
“I remember,” Mala said softly, and the
words were joy and pain and love. “I
remember.”
Aelin took the kernel of power from her
palm.
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