“I plan to destroy the keys. You give me your Wyrdkey,” Lorcan said, opening the fist he’d held against Aelin’s abdomen, “and I’ll give you the ring.” Sure enough, in his hand shone a familiar gold ring. “You shouldn’t be alive,” Rowan said. “If you had stolen the ring and fled, she would have killed you already.” It was a trap. A pretty, clever trap. “I move quickly.” Lorcan had been hauling ass out of Wendlyn. It didn’t prove anything, though. “The others—” “None of them know. You think I trust them not to say anything?” “The blood oath makes betrayal impossible.” “I’m doing this for her
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Ugh I can’t tell if he is telling the truth or not
