At dawn, Aedion had burst in, demanding why they weren’t ready to leave—to go home. Lysandra had shifted into a ghost leopard and chased him out. Then she returned, lingering in her massive feline form, and again sprawled beside Aelin. They managed to get another thirty minutes of sleep before Aedion came back and chucked a bucket of water on them. He was lucky to escape alive. But he was right—they had little reason to linger. Not with so much to do in the North, so much to plan and heal and oversee. They would travel until nightfall, where they’d pick up Evangeline at the Faliqs’ country
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