Maeve’s healers provided: keeping her
muscles from atrophying while she lay here.
A soft whine echoed into the box. A
warning.
Aelin lowered her hands just as the lock
grated and the door groaned open.
Cairn’s footsteps were faster this time.
Urgent.
“Relieve yourself in the hall and wait by
this door,” he snapped at Fenrys.
Aelin braced herself as those steps halted.
A grunt and hiss of metal, and firelight poured
in. She blinked against it, but kept still.
They’d anchored her irons into the box
itself. She’d learned that the hard way.
Cairn didn’t say anything as he unfastened
the chains from their anchor.
The most dangerous time for him, right
before he moved her to the anchors on the
altar. Even with her feet and hands bound, he
lily
(lily)
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