“They burned her.” Rowan glanced sidelong at Fenrys. “What?” But Fenrys nodded to a passing healer. “Cairn—and Maeve, through her orders.” “Why are you telling me this?” Fenrys, blood oath or no, what he’d done for Aelin or no, was not privy to these matters. No, it was between him and his mate, and no one else. Fenrys threw him a grin that didn’t meet his eyes. “You were staring at her half the night. I could see it on your face. You’re all thinking it—why doesn’t she just burn the enemy to hell?”
Fenrys knows Rowan too well
