Slowly, Aedion lifted his gaze to meet the prince’s. The sheer dominance in that stare was like being hit in the face with a stone. Aedion held it. Like hell he’d back down; like hell he’d yield. And there would be a yielding—somewhere, at some point. Probably when Aedion took that blood oath. Aelin clicked her tongue at Rowan. “Stop doing that alpha-male nonsense. Once was enough.” Rowan didn’t so much as blink. “I’m not doing anything.” But the prince’s mouth quirked into a smile, as if saying to Aedion, You think you can take me, cub? Aedion grinned. Any place, any time, Prince. Aelin
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