Yet not before his eyes darkened wholly, until no white shone. Not from the death sweeping over him. But as he seemed to convey a message down a long, obsidian bond. The message that might doom them: Aelin Galathynius was not here. “Enough of this,” Aedion snarled, and fear—real fear blanched his face as he, too, realized what the messenger had just relayed to his master.
Oh shit that is not good
