Kingdom of Ash

to put the keys back into the gate. What
happened to that glorious vision you once
showed me, Aelin? Of you in this very city,
your worshipping masses crying your name.
Was it simply too dull for you, to be
revered?”
Aelin rallied herself with every breath,
Goldryn still burning bright.
Let her talk—let her gloat and ramble.
Every second she had to recover, to regain a
fraction of her strength, was a blessing.
Erawan had taken the bait, had let the
doubt she’d planted take root in his mind. She
had known it was only a matter of time until
he sensed Yrene’s power. She only prayed
Yrene Towers was ready to meet him.
“I had always hoped that you and I were
true equals, in a way,” Maeve went on. “That
you, more than Erawan, understood the true
nature of power. Of what it means to wield it.