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Apparently, even immortal witches with steel in their veins could grow tired of the leeching cold.
“If you want someone to warm your bed who cowers at your every word and obeys every command, look elsewhere.”
“We have enough enemies as it is,” Lysandra went on. “But if you truly wish to make me one of them as well, that’s fine. I don’t regret what I did, nor will I ever.”
You do not yield. Then she was gone, like dew under the morning sun. But the words lingered. Blossomed within Aelin, bright as a kindled ember. You do not yield.
They’d walked this dark path together back to the light. He would not let the road end here.
Together we’ll find a way, their mingling breaths, the crashing sea, seemed to echo. Together.
