blinking. Elide ducked her head as she
chuckled.
Rowan snorted again. “At least this court
won’t be boring.”
Aelin put a hand on her chest, the portrait
of outrage. “You were honestly worried it
would be?”
“Gods help us,” Lorcan grumbled. Elide
elbowed him.
Aedion said to Ren, the young lord
lingering by the archway, as if still debating
making a quick exit, “Now’s the chance to
escape, you know. Before you get sucked into
this endless nonsense.”
But Ren’s dark eyes met Aelin’s. Scanned
them.
She’d heard about Murtaugh. Knew now
was not the time to mention it, the loss
dimming his eyes. So she kept her face open.
Honest. Warm. “We could always use one
lily
(lily)
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