Maeve had believed Aelin had headed to Terrasen. And here she was, with the khagan’s army. Aelin’s smile faded the moment she grew close. As if she sensed what he bore. “Where’s Manon?” was all she asked. “Terrasen,” he breathed, panting slightly. “And likely with the Crochans, if it went according to plan.” She opened her mouth, eyes wide, but another rider came galloping down the road. The world went quiet. The approaching rider halted, another—a beautiful woman Dorian could only describe as golden—right behind. But Dorian stared at the rider before him. At the posture of the body, the
...more
