Fenrys scanned her from head to toe, nostrils flaring as he scented her. He staggered a step closer, horror creeping across his face. Gavriel only paled. Elide gasped. “You did it, didn’t you?” But it was Lorcan who answered, stiffening, as if sensing the change that had come over her, “You—you’re not human.” Rowan snarled in warning. Aelin just looked at them, the people who’d given so much and chosen to follow her here, their doom still remaining. To succeed, and yet to utterly fail. Erawan remained. His army remained. And there would be no Fire-Bringer, no Wyrdkeys, no gods to assist them.
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