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“Such a big mouth for someone who needs to mind his surroundings.” Rowan’s knife was angled along Lorcan’s throat before he could so much as blink.
YES I TOTALLY CALLED IT
He’d probably awakened the moment she pushed back the covers.
100%
“I will never forget, not for one moment, what you did to him that day in Doranelle. Your miserable existence is at the bottom of my priority list, but one day, Lorcan …” She smiled a little. “One day, I’ll come to claim that debt, too. Consider tonight a warning.”
She WILL kill you
She let out a high-pitched sound and went to pinch his side, and he grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly, dragging her a step closer to him. She tilted her head back to look at him.
OH MY GOSH RED ALERT 🚨 RED ALERT 🚨
The demon was happy to oblige. Day after day after day.
I’m crying for you Dorian 😭😭
“Are you studying them so you can replicate them when you take my form, shape-shifter?”
‘scuse me?
“So this face,” Aelin said, “isn’t your real face? Your real body?” “No. And what kills me is that I can’t remember what my real face was.
Awww 😢
Rowan stalked over and perched on the armchair behind her, a steady force at her back.
Awww he knows when she needs him 🥰
The laundress didn’t even bother to thank her.
Well then she deserves the poison
Elide’s bowels had turned to water
That’s such a stupid line
My mother died defending Aelin Galathynius, the heir to the throne of Terrasen.
OH MY GOSH IS HER MOM AELIN’S MAID THAT SHE HAD WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER?!
It was what Arobynn wanted—for her to think of him as she rubbed the oil into every inch of her skin. For her breasts, her thighs, her neck to smell like almond—his chosen scent.
🤢🤮
He went completely and utterly still as he took in the dress.
Of course he did
The black velvet hugged every curve and hollow before pooling at her feet, revealing each too-shallow breath as Rowan’s eyes grazed over her body. Down, then up—to the hair she’d swept back with golden bat-wing-shaped combs that rose above either side of her head like a primal headdress; to the face she’d kept mostly clean, save for a sweep of kohl along her upper eyelid and the deep red lips she’d painstakingly colored.
Oh my gosh, it sounds so pretty
And she could have sworn that hunger—ravenous hunger—flickered there.
She did
He cocked his head to the side, a predator assessing prey. “Thank you for the oil,” he added. “My skin was a little dry.”
OH MY GOSH WHAT A POWER MOVE
His brows were high as she read the words in his eyes, his posture. He never specified that only you had to wear it. Her throat tightened and she shook her head. What? he seemed to ask. You just … She shook her head again. Surprise me sometimes. Good. I’d hate for you to get bored. Despite herself, despite what was to come, a smile tugged on her lips as Rowan took her hand and gripped it tightly.
They’re so cute 🥰
Rowan was about a hair’s breadth from ripping out the King of the Assassins’ throat
Same
She would never forget this room. It still haunted her dreams. The table was empty, but she could see him there, broken and almost unrecognizable, the scent of gloriella clinging to his body. Sam had been tortured in ways she hadn’t even known until she read Wesley’s letter.
😢😭
After thirty minutes and minimal slicing, the demon was talking about anything and everything.
Geez, that was fast
I fought tooth and nail to free you from that prison. I lost half my men to the effort, all of them tortured and killed by the king. I’m surprised your friend the captain didn’t tell you.
HE KNEW?!
He would probably have been even more scandalized to learn I’m not wearing any undergarments beneath this dress. The table rattled as Rowan’s knee banged into it.
Oop when I tell you I laughed out loud
“I asked,” Arobynn said, “if you’ve had fun these past few weeks, wrecking my investment properties and ensuring that all my clients won’t touch me.”
What?
“You mean to tell me that when you wrecked the Vaults beyond repair, it wasn’t a move against my investment in that property—and my monthly cut of their profits?
She is a GENIUS
“You deliberately disguised yourself as Hinsol Cormac, one of my most loyal clients and investors, when you freed your cousin,”
She is a GENIUS
That quickly, that easily, he’d handed it over.
And that is exactly why he is up to something
Then, faster than she could react, he slid the Wyrdstone ring onto her finger.
Ah crap that is really bad 😬😬
Every minute was an agony, but there were too many eyes on them—too many,
She’s faking it isn’t she
She was like ice when he slid an arm around her, folding her into his side.
🥰
She lifted her other hand to his face and his eyes locked onto hers, his breathing ragged as she traced the lines of the tattoo along his temple.
YESYESYESYES
Faster than she could see, he grabbed one wrist and then the other, yanking them away from his face and snarling softly. The world yawned open around her, cold and still. He dropped her hands as if they were on fire, stepping away, those green eyes flat and dull in a way she hadn’t seen for some time now. Her throat closed up even before he said, “Don’t do that. Don’t—touch me like that.”
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
What had she done?
Nothing, absolutely nothing
It was so very easy to sit up and slice the knife across Arobynn’s throat.
YES
If they try to work again in this city, on this continent, then by law and by the laws of the Guild, I have the right to hunt them down and chop them into itty-bitty pieces.” She batted her eyelashes. “Or am I wrong?”
Go girl!
“I can, and I will. Queen of the Assassins sounds so nice, doesn’t it?” She waved to the door. “See yourselves out.”
It sounds amazing
But she’d avoided him since last night, and today she had actually stepped away from his touch when he’d dared to reach for her. That had been real.
Darn right. You made a mistake
He owed the overseers of Endovier a visit.
Darn right he does
And in the center was a giant rendering of the Eye of Elena.
Ok…
“They buried him in the Black Mountains, and built a keep atop the tomb, so that the noble family who dwelled above might forever guard it.” “There are no Black Mountains in Adarlan,” Chaol said. Aelin’s mouth went dry. “Rowan,” she said quietly. “How do you say ‘Black Mountains’ in the Old Language?” A pause, and then a loosened breath. “Morath,” Rowan said.
OH NO
“The summer solstice is in ten days. If we bring magic down on the solstice, when the sun is strongest, there’s a good chance my power will be greater then, too.”
YES YOU NEED TO DO THIS
“Tell me you found a lot of hellfire.” His nod wasn’t as reassuring as she’d hoped.
Dang it
A golden-haired young man had been in that room with the Yellowlegs, Elide had said.
Who is it?!
Those who had been affected … their eyes were ordinary colors. Brown and blue and green. But the ones who hadn’t … Black eyes, flecked with gold. And when he’d looked at Manon’s eyes … Gold eyes had always been prized among Blackbeaks. She’d never wondered why.
Hmm…
Chaol
Ugh, I hate his pov
The Valg guards around Rifthold are the first of them. More are coming up this way.” Valg footsoldiers, then. Morath, it seemed, might very well be their first or last battleground. Aedion cocked his head, the Wolf incarnate. “How many?” “Too many,” Nesryn said. “We haven’t gotten a full count. Some are camped inside mountains surrounding the war camp—never out all at once, never in full sight. But it’s an army greater than any he’s assembled before.”
Ah crap
“the king now has an aerial cavalry of Ironteeth witches—a host three thousand strong—
They might side with Aelin if she promises the Waste to them?
Dorian—they needed Dorian on the throne. Needed this shut down.
Chaol knows that Dorian isn’t the solution to everything right?
“We’ll face this together,” he breathed, his eyes shining bright and canines gleaming. “As we have in the past. To whatever end.”
❤️
There was a strong, broad hand at her elbow, yanking her back against a hard male body. But the scent wasn’t Rowan’s.
Lorcan 😬
She knew she was in a compromised position. They both knew that no matter how fast he was, she was, Lorcan’s slice would be faster.
Crap crap crap
