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his head. Crack went the commander’s neck. Her hands lingering on
“Th-thank you,” she made herself stammer. The amusement in those immortal eyes grew. Not a good sign. But Elide continued her work, passing the witch the pots and plates. “An interesting task, for a lord’s daughter,” Asterin
This is so clever
she said with expert quiet, “because anyone with Ironteeth blood does. I’m surprised
Noooo
Aedion palmed his fighting knives as the male’s scent hit him—unwashed, but with a hint of pine and snow. And then he smelled Aelin on the stranger, the scent complex and layered, woven into the male himself.
AHAHAHAZBNSHAAHSHSHBJAHAJAHZH
She loosed a shuddering breath, and a small, whimpering noise came out of her—a sob.
:)))))) i am screeching
Aedion smiled. “Rowan.”
Hell yaaaaa it is
Gods, he took up the entire bathtub. She mutely handed him her favorite lavender-scented soap, which he sniffed at, sighed in resignation, and then began using.
Aelin was a living wildfire, more so now with the red hair—a creature of such roaring emotions that he could sometimes only watch her and marvel. And her face. That gods-damned face. While they’d been in Wendlyn, it had taken him a while to realize she was beautiful. Months, actually, to really notice it. And for these past few weeks, against his better judgment, he’d thought often about that face—especially that smart-ass
SO cuttteeeeeeeeee
will make decisions, and sometimes you will regret those choices. Sometimes there won’t be a right choice, just the best of several bad options. I don’t need to tell you that you can do this—you know you can. I wouldn’t have sworn the oath to
his Grand Imperial Majesty now has a read on Lorcan’s face and smell, and I suspect he will not be very pleased to have a Fae warrior in his city. Why, I’d bet that Lorcan is currently being pursued by the seven other Wyrdhounds, who no doubt have a score
AHAHAHAZBNSHAAHSHSHBJAHAJAHZH
saw too much. Slowly, she met his gaze. “Because I’m going to use their beloved sewer
:)))))) i am screeching
patrol led by the
Hell yaaaaa it is
and succinctly, telling Sam about what had happened to her ten years ago, telling him about these past nine months. When she was done, she stared up at the oak
“Thank you for the oil,” he added. “My skin was a little dry.” Arobynn blinked—as much surprise as he’d show. It took her a moment to process what Rowan had said, and to realize that the almond smell hadn’t just been coming from her. He’d worn it, too.
HAAHAHHHAHHA
She pulled off the ring. “So that was what he wanted. I honestly expected something grander.”
It was so very easy to sit up and slice the knife across Arobynn’s throat.
Good
“Did I ask for your gods-damned opinion, Clarisse?”
“I hear hell is particularly nice at this time of year.”
His Fireheart, shut in the dark.
“I wasn’t just talking about her,” Lysandra said, and she chewed on her full lip. “You—I’m grateful for you.”
“Kill me. Please—please kill me. Roland—my name was Roland. Tell my—”
:,(
Chaol waited—waited for that twist and tug of jealousy, for the bile of it to sting him. But there was nothing. Only a flickering relief, perhaps, that … That Aelin had Rowan.
He wondered whether Lorcan realized that if he killed her, Lorcan himself would be next. Then Maeve. And maybe the world, for spite.
“When I was in Wendlyn. I lied when I said I didn’t. From the moment you left, I missed you so much I went out of my mind. I was glad for the excuse to track Lorcan here, just to see you again.
She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Rowan knelt down beside them and slid his arms around the girl, scooping her up, his hand so big that it nearly enveloped the entire back of her head. Evangeline buried her face in his tattooed chest, and Rowan murmured wordless sounds of comfort.
The man closest to the king didn’t bother glancing around. His sapphire eyes went right to Manon, and stayed there. He would have been beautiful were it not for the dark collar around his throat and the utter coldness in his perfect face.
Interesting
Not too close, it said. Do not let the witchling too close. The eyes of the Valg kings—
Eyes of the Valg kings, eyes of our masters, it shrieked. Do not touch that one!
dare, Aedion,” Aelin said, throwing out a hand in the male’s direction. He froze halfway across the bridge. Impressive, Manon admitted, to have them under her command so thoroughly. “Chaol, keep an eye on him,” the queen barked. Then, holding Manon’s gaze, Aelin sheathed her mighty blade across her back, the giant ruby in the pommel catching
HAAHAHHHAHHA
The queen looked at the nails, the teeth, and grinned. Honestly—it was a shame that Manon had to kill her.
The Queen of Terrasen had saved her life. Manon didn’t know what to make of it. For she now owed her enemy a life debt.
But despite herself, despite Rowan’s injuries, as Fleetfoot raced across the high grass toward them, Aelin smiled a little.
A monster, he’d called her weeks ago. He had believed it, and allowed it to be a shield against the bitter tang of disappointment and sorrow. He was a fool.
Duh
even when he was an old man, I’d sometimes see him sitting on that front porch. As if he were waiting for someone.”
kill us.” “I know. We all know. That’s what we wanted to tell you the other night.” Manon looked at her
“So you’re going to ask Ress and Brullo to just leave a back door open so you can sneak in?” “Don’t be so simpleminded. I’m going to walk in through the front door.”
at the little fountain, the bubbling water the only sound. “We went to the
Good
His body went still—his entire world went still—at that whisper of a kiss, the answer to a question he’d asked for centuries.
She said softly, “You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live.”
warming the quiet streets, and her cloak and hood quickly
WITCH KILLER— THE HUMAN IS STILL INSIDE HIM
masking any hints of her heritage that the Valg might
“who has been conspiring more: the captain, or you, Champion. Or should I call you Aelin?”
Lorcan had lied. He hadn’t killed the remaining Wyrdhounds. He’d just given them Rowan’s scent.
Bitch
“It ends now,” Chaol said.
All of it—all that they had done, and lost, and fought for. All of it for this moment.
the ground not six inches from the
His knees buckled. Not pain from a wound of his—but another’s. No. No, no, no, no, no.
Aedion stepped in front of Rowan, useless as it would be. They’d kill Rowan once he was dead, anyway. But at least he’d go down fighting, defending his brother. At least he would have that.
More soldiers rushed into the sewers and Lysandra whirled toward them, giving herself wholly to the beast whose form she wore. She became death incarnate.
