Aelin pointed at the door. “Get the hell out. I don’t want to see you again for a good while.” The feeling was mutual. All his plans, everything he’d worked for … Without the blood oath he was just a general; just a landless prince of the Ashryver line. Aedion stalked to the front door and flung it open so hard he almost ripped it off its hinges. Aelin didn’t call after him.
