Kingdom of Ash

rebuilding.”
“Trade negotiations,” Lysandra said.
“Training a new generation in magic,”
Aelin went on.
Again, the males blinked at them.
Aelin angled her head, blinking right back
at them. “Don’t you lot have anything
worthwhile to contribute?” She clicked her
tongue. “Three of you are ancient as hell, you
know. I’d have expected better from cranky
old bastards.”
Their nostrils flared. Aedion grinned, Ren
wisely clamping his lips together to keep from
doing the same.
But Fenrys said, “Four. Four of us are old
as hell.”
Aelin arched a brow.
Fenrys smirked, the movement stretching
his scars. “Vaughan is still out there. And now
free.”