Rowan crossed his arms. “He’ll never be
caught again.”
But Fenrys’s smirk turned knowing. He
pointed to the camped Fae army on the plain,
the wolves and humans amongst them. “I have
a feeling someone down there might know
where we could start.” He glanced at Aelin.
“If you’d be amenable to another cranky old
bastard joining this court.”
Aelin shrugged. “If you can convince him,
I don’t see why not.” Rowan smiled at that,
and scanned the sky, as if he could see his
missing friend soaring there.
Fenrys winked. “I promise he’s not as
miserable as Lorcan.” Elide smacked his arm,
and Fenrys darted away, hands up as he
laughed. “You’ll like him,” he promised
Aelin. “All the ladies do,” he added with
another wink to her, Lysandra, and Elide.
Aelin laughed, the sound lighter, freer than
lily
(lily)
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