Aelin’s voice dropped to that lethal purr. “After you finished flirting with her that day in Oakwald, she and her coven tried to kill me.” “You provoked her,” Dorian countered. “And I sit here today because of what she risked when she came to Rifthold twice.” Aelin wiped the sweat from her brow. “She has her own reasons, and I highly doubt it was because she, in her one hundred years of killing, decided your pretty face would turn her good.” “Yours turned Rowan from three centuries of a blood oath.”
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