Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

The grayish hand slipped over the rock’s edge again and nudged the crown in silent gesture. Take it. “You want to know why?” Gavriel softly asked Lorcan as Aelin strode for the rock. Nothing but solemn reverence on her face. “Because she is not only Brannon’s Heir, but Mab’s, too.” A throwback to her great-great-grandmother, Maeve had taunted her. Who had inherited her strength, her immortal lifespan. Aelin’s fingers closed around the crown, lifting it gently. It sparkled like living moonlight between her hands. My sister Mab’s line ran true, Elide claimed Maeve had said on the beach. In every way, it seemed. But Aelin made no move to don the crown while she approached him once more, her gait steadier this time. Trying not to dwell on the unbearable smoothness of her hand as it wrapped around his, Rowan helped her aboard, then climbed in himself before freeing the ropes tethering them to the shore. Gavriel went on, awe in every word, “And that makes her their queen, too.” Aelin met Gavriel’s gaze, the crown near-glowing in her hands. “Yes,” was all she said as the boat sailed into the darkness.