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“But would you bleed red, or black?” “I’ll bleed whatever color you tell me to.”
Her heart—it had been meant for her heart. And he had taken that arrow for her.
But perhaps the monsters needed to look out for each other every now and then.
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.
“She screamed Manon’s name the way I screamed yours.”
“How can I take away somebody who means the world to someone else? Even if she’s my enemy.”
“You make me proud to serve you.”
“He’s still on the mend. But pretend that he isn’t. Men get pissy if you fuss.”
“Any debts owed to me by Lysandra and Evangeline are now paid in full. At their earliest convenience, they may receive the Mark of their freedom.”
Aelin slumbered beside him, her breathing deep and even, yet again wearing one of his shirts. Some primal part of him snarled in satisfaction at the sight, at knowing she was covered in his scent.
She deserved the joy he so often glimpsed on her face when Rowan was near—deserved the wicked laughter she shared with Aedion, the comfort and teasing with Lysandra. She deserved happiness, perhaps more than anyone.
“We do not look back, Chaol. It helps no one and nothing to look back. We can only go on.”
He’d never realized how precious the calm moments were.
Aelin leaned against the closet doorway, clad in a nightgown of gold. Metallic gold—as he’d requested.
“Aelin, you deserve better than this—than me.”
“Tell me that even if I lead us all to ruin, we’ll burn in hell together.”
“But wherever we go, we’ll go together.”
“You and I have always relished damning the odds.”
“Even when we’re apart tomorrow, I’ll be with you every step of the way. And every step after—wherever that may be.”
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 smiled at last. And damn if it didn’t kill him, the quiet joy in her face. They had walked out of darkness and pain and despair together. They were still walking out of it. So that smile … It struck him stupid every time he saw it and realized it was for him.
“You make me want to live, Rowan. Not survive; not exist. Live
WITCH KILLER— THE HUMAN IS STILL INSIDE HIM
“For Terrasen,”
“For our family.” “For Marion.” “For us
“Let’s go rattle the stars.”
Dorian was still in there—still holding on. It changed everything. And nothing.
“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.
“You certainly like to hear yourself speak, don’t you?”
“Free him. Name your price. I’ll give you anything.”
“You’ve just made the mistake of your life, girl.”
To save the queen who held his heart in her scarred hands.
“I came back for you. Just like I promised.”
At the magic that now rippled through the world, free.
“Dorian, we get to come back from this loss—from this darkness. We get to come back, and I came back for you.”
So Aelin flung her hands out toward the prince, toward her friend, and hurled her magic at him with everything she had.
“It’s been an honor, Prince,”
Dorian. His name was Dorian. Dorian Havilliard, and he was the Crown Prince of Adarlan. And Celaena Sardothien—Aelin Galathynius, his friend … she had come back for him.
There were tears running down Aelin’s face as Dorian gripped the black stone encircling his throat. And, bellowing his grief, his rage, his pain, he snapped the collar from his neck.
“To a better future,”
“You came back,”
They joined hands. So the world ended. And the...
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Infinite—Dorian’s power was infinite.
The wicked will tell us anything to haunt our thoughts long after
The King of Adarlan was dead. Destroyed by Aelin Galathynius.
“I did not know Gavriel’s son would be in that tunnel with you. Until it was too late.”
“Next time we need to save the world, we do it together.”
“You make me want to live, too, Aelin Galathynius,”
“Not exist—but live.”
