“I’ve never seen a lock like this,” Gavriel murmured. Aelin began shaking again. Elide put a hand on her knee. Aelin had scraped it raw, mud and grass stuck in her blood-crusted skin. She waited for the queen to shove her hand away, but Aelin didn’t move. Kept her eyes shut, her ragged breathing holding steady. Rowan gripped one of the chains binding the mask and nodded to Lorcan. “The other one.”
