“We’ve played with your hands before,” Cairn said, straightening. Aelin began shaking, began tugging on the chains anchoring her arms above her head. His smile grew. “Let’s see how your entire body reacts to flame without your special little gift. Perhaps you’ll burn like the rest of us.” Aelin yanked uselessly, her feet sliding against the still-cool metal. Not like this— Cairn reached into his pocket and withdrew some flint. This wasn’t just a breaking of her body. But a breaking of her—of the fire she’d come to love. To destroy the part of her that sang. He’d melt her skin and bones until
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