went on. “But you can save them.”
Fenrys screamed now. Rowan had fallen
silent, his green eyes vacant. Whatever he
beheld had drawn him past screaming, beyond
weeping.
Pain. Unspeakable, unimaginable pain. As
she had endured—perhaps worse.
And yet ...
Aelin didn’t give Maeve time to react.
Time to even turn her head as she grabbed
Goldryn where it lay beside her and hurled it
at the queen.
It missed Maeve by an inch, the Valg
queen twisting aside before the blade buried
itself deep in the snow, steaming where it
landed. Still burning.
It was all Aelin needed.
She lashed out, flame spearing into the
world.
But not for Maeve.
lily
(lily)
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