haunted look had returned. And lingered.
First her scars. Then her mortal, human
body.
Enough. She had given enough. He knew
she planned to give more.
A rukhin scout called for the queen from
the tent flaps, and Aelin gave a quiet
command to enter. But the scout only poked
in her head, her eyes wide. Snow covered her
hood, her eyebrows, her lashes. “Your
Majesty. Majesties,” she corrected, glancing
at him. Rowan didn’t bother to tell her he was
simply and would forever be Your Highness.
“You must come.” The scout panted hard
enough for her breath to curl in the chilled air
leaking through the tent flaps. “All of you.”
It took minutes to don their warmer layers
and gear, to brace for the snow and wind.
But then they were all inching through the
drifts, the scout guiding them past half-buried
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