“Just us, then,” Maeve said, lips curving into that spider’s smile. The smile of the horrendous creatures that launched themselves at Orynth. Aelin lifted Goldryn again. “That’s precisely how I wanted it,” she said. Truth. “But I know your secret, Heir of Fire,” Maeve crooned, and struck again.
Eh even if you do know Aelin’s powers aren’t as strong anymore, I have a feeling you’re about to reach the end of the line Maeve…
