steady.
But she felt it. The familiar, unending pain.
The shadows that could devour.
Pressing closer. Eating away at her power.
Maeve glanced to the blazing sword.
“Clever of you, to imbue the sword with your
own gifts. No doubt done before you yielded
everything to the Wyrdgate.”
“A precaution, should I not return,” Aelin
panted. “A weapon to kill Valg.”
“We shall see.” Maeve struck again. Again.
Forcing Aelin to concede a step. Then
another.
Back toward the invisible line she’d drawn
between them and the southern gate.
Maeve stalked forward, her dark hair and
robes billowing. “You have denied me two
things, Aelin Galathynius. The keys I sought.”
Another whip of power sliced for Aelin. Her
flame barely deflected it this time. “And the
lily
(lily)
#1