Ansel of Briarcliff, bruised and scratched, smiled back. “Your shifter was a good liar,” she said. “I’m ashamed I didn’t notice it myself.” Prince Galan, equally battered, huffed a laugh. “In my defense, I’ve never met you.” He inclined his head to Aelin. “So, hello, cousin.” Aelin, leaning against the half-decayed desk that served as the lone piece of furniture in the room, smirked at him. “I saw you from a distance—once.” Galan’s Ashryver eyes sparked. “I’m going to assume it was during your former profession and thank you for not killing me.” Aelin chuckled, even as Rolfe rolled his eyes.
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OMG I forgot they haven’t actually spoken to the real Aelin yet! 😂
