“Where is Aelin Galathynius?” the stranger asked a bit breathlessly as he scanned them. And his accent … “Who are you,” Rowan ground out. But the young man was now close enough that Rowan could see the color of his eyes. Turquoise—with a core of gold. Aedion breathed as if in a trance, “Galan.” Galan Ashryver, Crown Prince of Wendlyn.
