knew Elide was watching.
He said his silent farewell, sending what
remained of his heart on the wind to the
woman who had saved him in every way that
mattered.
Then Lorcan ran for the gate—to the dark
queen who threatened all he’d come to want,
to hope for. He’d come to hope. Had found
there was something better out there. Someone
better.
And he’d go down swinging to defend all
of it.
It was a dance, and one that Aelin had spent
her entire life practicing.
Not just the movements of her sword, her
shield. But the smirk she kept on her face as
she met each blast of darkness, as she realized
over and over and over who her dance partners
were.