Empire of Storms (Throne of Glass, #5)

by Sarah J. Maas

“I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”

And Elide sobbed as Manon Blackbeak emerged, smiling faintly.

“Well met, witchling,” Manon said to her.

They both turned, giving Rowan Whitethorn horrifyingly innocent smiles. The Fae Prince, to his credit, only winced after they looked away again.

“Attraction is attraction.”

And walk onto those battlefields again and again to ensure he could.

“I wanted you from the first moment I saw you in Oakwald,”

“We’re not done, you and I.”

So he had won an army for her.

“The Queen Who Was Promised,” Aelin said. “But not to the world. To the gods—to the keys.”