“You said Dorian’s woman was—was a healer?” When Chaol nodded, Ren looked like he was about to be sick, but he asked, “Was she named Sorscha?” “You were the friend she sent those letters to,” Chaol breathed. “I kept pressing her for information, kept …” Ren covered his face and took a shuddering breath. When his eyes at last met Chaol’s, they were bright. Slowly, Ren held out a hand. “You and me, we’ll find a way to free them. Both Aedion and your prince.” Chaol didn’t hesitate as he gripped the rebel’s outstretched hand.
Ren and Chaol 💔
