Just as she ripped her hand from his. Just as her power and the Wyrdkey between her breasts merged. Rowan collapsed to his knees, and there was a crack inside his head, as if thunder cleaved through him. As Aelin opened her eyes, he realized it wasn’t thunder—but the sound of a door slamming open. Her face turned expressionless. Cold as the gaps between the stars. And her eyes … Turquoise burned bright … around a core of silver. No hint of gold to be found. “That’s not Aelin,” Fenrys breathed.
