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Atop his snowy head sat no crown. For gods among mortals did not need markers of their divine rule.
“There is beauty in my father’s lands,” the prince went on while Kadara ripped into that monstrous carcass, “but there is much lurking beneath the surface, too.”
Some of the girls laughed quietly at the accompanying pop the girl made with her mouth. Aelin would have been beside herself with glee.
“Because if they were merely banished to their realm, who is to say they aren’t still waiting to be let back into our world?”
Yrene was quiet enough that he turned from the garden doors. She had snuggled deep into his bed, her attention fixed wholly on him. “What about you? What do you deserve?” “Nothing. I deserve nothing.” Yrene studied him. “I don’t agree at all,” she murmured, eyelids drooping. He monitored the exits again. After a few minutes, he said, “I was given enough and squandered it.”
there were plans so long in the making that for someone who let the world deem her unchecked and brash, Aelin showed a great deal of restraint in keeping it all hidden.
“No. But how could they have known I was coming?” His answering grin was the portrait of princely arrogance. “Because I sent word a day before that you were likely to join me.” Nesryn gaped at him, unable to maintain that mask of calm. Rising, Sartaq scooped up their plates. “I told you that I was praying you’d join me, Nesryn Faliq. If I’d shown up empty-handed, Borte would have never let me hear the end of it.”
A storm was coming, she was to tell any who crossed her path. But she knew one was already here.
“To living, Lord Chaol.” He clinked his glass against hers. “To being Chaol and Yrene—even just for a night.”
Yrene was smiling, and then she was laughing, as if she could not contain it inside her.
She trusted Chaol. She did not trust these royals.
Aelin frightens everyone.” He snorted. “But not him. I think that’s why she fell in love with him, against her best intentions. Rowan beheld all Aelin was and is, and he was not afraid.”
“I loved you before I ever set eyes on you,” he said. “Please,” Nesryn wept. Sartaq’s hand tightened on hers. “I wish we’d had time.”
“We wait for the Queen of the Valg,” the spider purred, rubbing against the carving. “Who in this world calls herself Maeve.”
“When I was seven, my older brother sired a bastard daughter off a poor woman in Rifthold. Abandoned them both. It has been twenty years since then, and from when I was old enough to go to the city, to begin my trade, I looked for her. Found the mother after some years—on her deathbed. She could barely talk long enough to say she’d kicked the girl out. She did not know where my niece was. Didn’t care. She died before she could give me a name.”
Hasar shrugged. “I assume it’s what she tried to sell to me, when she wrote me a message weeks ago, asking for my aid. From one princess to another.” Chaol took a shuddering breath. “What did Aelin promise you?” Hasar smiled to herself. “A better world.”
“I wanted to heal you,” she breathed. “You did,” he said, smiling. “Yrene, in every way that truly matters … You did.”
hissed, revealing pointed, fish-sharp teeth. Your world shall fall. As the others have done. As all others will. The demon dug claws deep into the darkness. Duva screamed. “Pathetic,” Yrene told
want it. And I walked out.” Nesryn sucked in a breath. “Are you insane?” Sartaq smiled faintly. “I certainly hope not, for the sake of this empire.” He tugged her closer, until their bodies were nearly touching. “Because my father appointed me Heir before I could walk out of the room.”
He’d almost told the princess that she could keep Hellas’s Horse, but there was something to be said about the prospect of charging down Morath foot soldiers atop a horse named Butterfly.
would have been sixteen, nearly seventeen then. And if she had been in Innish … It would have been on her way to the Red Desert, to train with the Silent Assassins. The bruises Yrene had described … The beating Arobynn Hamel had given her as punishment for freeing Rolfe’s slaves and wrecking Skull’s Bay. “Chaol?” For wherever you need to go—and then some. The world needs more healers. There, in her handwriting … Chaol looked up at last, blinking away tears as he scanned his wife’s face. Every beautiful line, those golden eyes. A gift. A gift from a queen who had seen another woman in hell and
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A moment of kindness. From a young woman who ended lives to a young woman who saved them.
