save the world,” Aelin said, her voice like gravel, “and yet I wake up to you being pissy.” “It was a group effort,” Rowan said from a chair nearby. “And I’m pissy for about twenty different reasons, most of them having to do with you making some of the most reckless decisions I’ve ever—” “Dorian,” she blurted. “Is Dorian—” “Fine. Asleep. He’s been out as long as you.” “Chaol—” “Asleep. Recovering. But alive.”
