lie I might invent.”
“Shall we tell you another truth, then?”
Maeve crooned. “Do you wish to know who
killed your parents? Who killed Lady
Marion?”
Aelin stilled.
Maeve waved a hand to Erawan. “It wasn’t
him. It wasn’t even the King of Adarlan. No,
he sent a low-ranking Valg prince to do it. He
couldn’t even be bothered to go himself.
Didn’t think anyone important was really
necessary to do the deed.”
Aelin stared at the queen. At the Valg king.
And then arched a brow. “Is that some
attempt to unnerve me? You’re thousands of
years old, and that is all you can think of to
say?” She laughed again, and pointed to
Erawan with Goldryn. She could have sworn
he flinched away from the flaming blade. “I
feel sorry for you, you know. That you’ve now
lily
(lily)
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