“Aelin and I still have magic,” Dorian said. “Not like it was before, but we still have it. We’re not entirely helpless.” “Enough to take on Erawan?” Chaol said, his bronze eyes wary. Well aware of the answer. “And Maeve?” “We’ll have to figure out a way,” Dorian said. He prayed it was true. But there were no gods left to pray to at all.
