Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Cairn tied her to the altar and left her. Fenrys didn’t enter until long after she’d awoken. The blood was still leaking from where Cairn had also left the glass in her legs, her feet. It was not a wolf who slipped into the stone chamber, but a male. Each of Fenrys’s steps told her enough before she beheld the deadness of his eyes, the pallor of his usually golden skin. He stared at nothing, even as he stopped before where she lay chained. Beyond words, unsure her throat would even work, Aelin blinked three times. Are you all right? Two blinks answered. No. Lingering salt tracks streaked his cheeks. Her chains rustled as she stretched a shaking finger toward him. Silently, he slid his hand into hers. She mouthed the words, even though he likely couldn’t make them out with the slit of the mask’s mouth. I’m sorry. His grip only tightened. His gray jacket was unbuttoned at the top. It gaped open wide enough to reveal a hint of the muscled chest beneath. As if he hadn’t bothered to seal it back up in his hurry to leave. Her stomach turned over. What he’d undoubtedly had to do afterward, with his twin’s body still lying on the veranda tiles behind him … “I didn’t know he hated me so much,” Fenrys rasped. Aelin squeezed his hand. Fenrys closed his eyes, drawing in a shaking breath. “She gave me leave only to take out the glass. When it’s out, I—I go back over there.” He pointed with his chin toward the wall where he usually sat. He made to examine her legs, but she squeezed his ...