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I will find you.
“Can there not be many gods, from many places? Some born of this world, some born elsewhere?”
Even the severed blood oath, still gaping wide within his soul, didn’t come close to the hole in his chest when he looked at her.
“I crawled …” His throat bobbed. “I crawled after Aelin.”
It had been his honor. From the very beginning, it had been his honor, the greatest of his immortal life. An immortal life they would share together—somehow. He’d allow no other alternative.
“Nox Owen.”
“I obey no man,” she snarled. “But I’m not fool enough to believe I know more about armies and soldiers than you do. My pride is not so easily bruised.”
Lore and wisdom from worlds long since turned to dust. She learned that there were indeed other worlds.
They tore apart world after world to find her. And when they arrived at the world where she had made her new home, they did not know her.
His Fireheart.
Rattle the stars.
Afraid. Of admitting that she felt any sort of attachment. It was preposterous. And it was, perhaps, true.
And yet the hand grasping his … He’d never known anything more precious.
The Flame of War.
“I don’t let you do anything.”
“You talk about illnesses as if they were living creatures.” “They are, to some degree,” Yrene said. “With their own secrets and temperaments. You sometimes have to outsmart them, just as you would any foe.”
“For those we love, we can rise above that fear.
And she said to Abraxos, touching his spine, “I love you.”
Pressing as one, to keep that precious blood inside him while the healer was found.
“Live, Manon.”
“Come back to me.”
She had been a slave and a pawn once before. She would never be so again. Not for them. Never for them.
She would not surrender.
The winged male, beautiful beyond reason, snapped his head toward her as she arced across his starry sky. He lifted a hand, as if in greeting. A blast of dark power, like a gentle summer night, slammed into her. Not to attack—but to slow her down. A wall, a shield, that she tore and plunged through. But it slowed her. That winged male’s power slowed her, just enough.
Cadre, yet more than that. Brothers—the warriors fighting at his side were his brothers. Had stayed with him through all of it. And would continue to do so now.
“I hope you found peace, my brother. And in the Afterworld, I hope you find her again.”
Gasped and turned into starlight,
But it was not the trees that made Maeve halt. No, it was the teeming mass of people, their armor and weapons glinting beneath their heavy furs. Amongst them, large as horses, wolves growled. Wolves with riders.
“I will marry you, Elide Lochan. And proudly call myself Lord Lorcan Lochan, even when the whole kingdom laughs to hear it.”
“Be the bridge. Be the light.”

