Kingdom of Ash

power rallied around Maeve.
The dark king only stared at Aelin with
those golden, burning eyes, and smiled.
“Indeed. You—”
He paused. Those golden eyes lifted above
Aelin. Above the gates and wall behind her.
To something high above.
Aelin didn’t dare to look. To take her
attention away for that long. To hope.
But the gold in Erawan’s eyes glowed.
Glowed—with rage and perhaps a kernel of
fear.
He twisted his head toward Maeve. “There
are healers in that castle.”
“Of course there are,” Maeve snapped.
Yet Erawan stilled. “There are skilled
healers there. Ripe with power.”
“Straight from the Torre Cesme,” Aelin
said, nodding solemnly. “As I told you.”
Erawan only looked at Maeve. And that