“At dawn, the Lock will be forged and the keys go back into the gate,” Dorian finished. Rowan just stared and stared at his mate. His reason for breathing. Elide asked softly, “What is your vote, Aelin?” Aelin tore her eyes from Rowan, and he felt the absence of that stare like a frozen wind as she said, “It doesn’t matter.”
this is actually the most depressing thing i’ve ever read in my entire life
