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A spider with a fly in its web.
He looked so dead set on it that she blinked. “If you ever take a whip to me, I will skin you alive.”
Fireheart—why do you cry? “Because I am lost,” she whispered onto the earth. “And I do not know the way.”
“When you lose a mate, you don’t …” A shake of the head. “I lost all sense of self, of time and place. I hunted them down, all the males who hurt her. I took a long while killing them. She was pregnant—had been pregnant since I’d left her. But I’d been so enamored with my own foolish agenda that I hadn’t scented it on her. I left my pregnant mate alone.”
to whatever end.”
“To whatever end?”
“Fireheart.”
“Once upon a time,” she said to him, to the world, to herself, “in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom … very much.”
She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius—and she would not be afraid.
