“I’m sorry,” he said again. She gazed up at the stars—toward the North. Her face was so cold. “Would you truly have killed him if you’d had the chance?” “Yes,” Chaol breathed. “I was ready for that.” She slowly turned to him. “We’ll do it—together. We’ll free magic, then you and I will go in there and end it together.” “You’re not going to insist I stay back?” “How can I deny you that last gift to him?” “Aelin—” Her shoulders sagged slightly. “I don’t blame you. If it had been Rowan with that collar around his neck, I would have done the same thing.” The words hit him in the gut as she walked
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