this fear, but it would not be the whole story. It would not be her story. “How,” Maeve simply asked. Aelin knew a world and a battlefield raged beyond them. But she let herself linger in the stone chamber. Climbed from the iron coffin. Maeve only stared at her. “You should have known better,” Aelin said, the lingering embers within her shining bright. “You, who feared captivity and did all this to avoid it. You should have known better than to trap me. Should have known I’d find a way.” “How,” Maeve asked again. “How did you not break?” “Because I am not afraid,” Aelin said. “Your fear of
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