CHAPTER 103

The storm had halted their army entirely.
On the first morning, it raged so fiercely
that Rowan hadn’t been able to see a few feet
before him. Ruks had been grounded, and only
the hardiest of scouts had been sent out—on
land.
So the army sat there. Not fifty miles over
Terrasen’s border. A week from Orynth.
Had Aelin possessed her full powers—
Not her full powers. Not anymore, Rowan
reminded himself as he sat in their war tent,
his mate and wife and queen on the low-lying
sofa beside him.