The open door and roar of the river beyond.
She made herself look. To face down that
place of pain and despair. It would always
leave a mark, a stain on her, but she would not
let it define her.
Hers was not a story of darkness.
This would not be the story. She would fold
it into herself, this place, this fear, but it
would not be the whole story. It would not be
her story.
“How,” Maeve simply asked.
Aelin knew a world and a battlefield raged
beyond them. But she let herself linger in the
stone chamber. Climbed from the iron coffin.
Maeve only stared at her.
“You should have known better,” Aelin
said, the lingering embers within her shining
bright. “You, who feared captivity and did all
this to avoid it. You should have known better
than to trap me. Should have known I’d find a
lily
(lily)
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