She’d been walking back to her own tent—to Aelin’s tent, not fit for a queen, but an army captain—when Nox fell into step beside her. Silent and graceful. Well-trained. And likely more lethal than he appeared. “So, Erawan knows you’re not Aelin.” She whipped her head to him. “What?” A quick, vague question to buy herself time. Had Aedion risked telling him the truth?
Oh shit he figured it out??
