Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius

Four blinks. I am here, I am with you.

Fenrys blinked, over and over and over. I am here, I am with you.

And tell him thank you—for walking that dark path with me back to the light. 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. Rowan silently swore it to the stars. He could have sworn the Lord of the North flickered in response.

They’d walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.

Right before they devoured a goat whole.

Dorian, standing amongst them, smiled, brighter and freer than she’d ever seen.

“I love you,” he whispered in Elide’s ear. “I have loved you from the moment you picked up that axe to slay the ilken.” Her tears flowed past him in the wind. “And I will be with you …” His voice broke, but he made himself say the words, the truth in his heart. “I will be with you always.” He was not frightened of what would come for him once he tumbled off the horse. He was not frightened at all, if it meant her reaching the keep. So Lorcan kissed Elide’s cheek again, allowed himself to breathe in her scent one last time. “I love you,” he repeated, and began to withdraw his arms from around her waist.

“I am sorry,” she

Elide glanced between the male she loved and the queen she served. And her limp had never felt so pronounced, so obvious, as she took a step closer.

I will still be here, with you. Whether in this life or the next, Aedion.”