Had stood in this very spot, facing the
dark-haired queen lounging on a stone throne
atop the dais, mist wreathing the air around
her, a white owl perched on the back of her
seat.
Only one wolf lay sprawled at her feet this
time. Black as night, black as the queen’s
eyes, which settled on Aelin, narrowing with
pleasure.
Maeve seemed content to let Aelin look.
Let her take it in.
Maeve’s deep purple gown glistened like
the mists behind her, its long train draped
over the few steps of the dais. Pooling toward
—
Aelin beheld what glittered at the base of
those steps and went still.
Maeve’s red lips curved into a smile as she
waved an ivory hand. “If you will, Cairn.”
The male didn’t hesitate as he hauled Aelin
lily
(lily)
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