“Do you know what that is?” Elide asked
too quietly. “Because I do.”
The old man only swallowed.
Yrene knew it then. What was in that
darkness. Who was in it.
Erawan.
The last of the sun vanished, setting the
bloodied snows in hues of blue.
A flash of light flared behind them, and the
child whirled, a sob breaking from her throat
as a stunningly beautiful woman, bloodied and
battered, appeared. She wrapped a cloak
around her naked body like a gown, not even
shivering with the cold.
A shape-shifter. She opened her arms to the
girl, embracing her.
Lysandra, Chaol had called her. A lady in
Aelin’s court. Unknown niece to Falkan
Ennar.
Lysandra turned to the old man. “Aedion
lily
(lily)
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