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“I’m going to make you regret using such threats, Princess.”
“Och, you. Since when did you learn to make such pretty speeches?” “I just needed the right excuse to learn,” he said, kissing her cheek.
“I’d walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”
“I’ll always find a way back to you.”
“How many men have you been with?” he countered. She smirked. “Enough to know how to handle the needs of mortal princelings. To know what will make you beg.” Never mind that she was contemplating the opposite.
His voice was rough as he said, “I won’t waste my breath telling you how stupid it would be to try to take me hostage.” “I won’t waste mine telling you to take only what I offer you and nothing more.”
“I am king, you know.”
“She has her own reasons, and I highly doubt it was because she, in her one hundred years of killing, decided your pretty face would turn her good.” “Yours turned Rowan from three centuries of a blood oath.”
and she’d thanked him by locking the door to their room and getting on her knees before him. She could still feel his fingers fisted in her hair, still hear his groan— Rowan, now a step beside her, whipped his head in her direction. What the hell are you thinking about?
“I have no interest in human women,” he purred. “Too breakable.” Even as he said it, the words struck some deep, aching wound in him.
“I knew I saved your sorry ass for a reason.” Manon’s answering smile was terrifying.
“I’m glad, you know,” Fenrys said with unusual graveness, “that I got this time. That Maeve unintentionally gave me that. That I got to know what it was like—to be here, as a part of this.” Rowan didn’t have words, so he looked to Gavriel. But the Lion was merely nodding as he stared down at the little camp below. At his sleeping son.
“Remember who you are. Every step of the way down, and every step of the way back. Remember who you are. And that you’re mine.”
The Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart …
“I wanted to go to Perranth with you.”
“Aelin can decide what to tell you.” “Such a good dog.”
“The fear of loss … it can destroy you as much as the loss itself.”
“And remember to enjoy what time we do have.”
“And I’m going to tell you that there is nothing unappealing about you. Nothing. I’ve been with just as many people. Women, men … I’ve seen and tried it all.”
But he’d take his time. Enjoy every moment, as he had told her to do. Because this would be his last hunt. He had no intention of wasting each glorious moment in one go. Of wasting any of the moments that fate had granted him, and all he wanted to show her.
“Here’s to dramatic entrances.”
“It’d be nice,” Aedion grumbled from down the table, where he and Rowan glared at them, “to be included in just one of these schemes, Aelin.” “But your faces are so wonderful when I get to reveal them,” Aelin crooned.
Ansel murmured, “So touchy, these witches.”
“Do not mistake my silence for lack of feeling. I have good reason to keep my thoughts to myself.”
Aelin crossed her arms. Dorian cut the Queen of Terrasen a wry glance. “People other than you can solve things, you know.”
“This wasn’t my plan.” “I know,” Dorian said with a half smile. “That’s why you don’t like it.”
“It is not such a hard thing, is it—to die for your friends.”
“Fear is a death sentence. When you’re out there, remember that we don’t need to survive. Only put enough of a dent in them so that when she comes back … she’ll wipe out the rest.”
she might very well end the world for rage. Maybe she should. Maybe this world deserved it.
Now the dark queen’s flag vanished entirely, as Fae ships bearing the silver banner of the House of Whitethorn opened fire upon their own armada.
Rowan had not possessed an army of his own to give to Aelin. To give to Terrasen. So he had won an army for her. Through the only things Aelin had claimed were all she wanted from him. His heart. His loyalty. His friendship.
“You clung to that log with all your strength. Everything had been taken from you—everything—and yet you still fought. You did not yield.
“I have two keys. If I can find the third, steal it from Erawan … will you come with me? Help me end it once and for all?” Will you come with me, so I will not be alone?
“I wanted you to know that joy, too,” Elena whispered. “However briefly.” “I did,” Aelin managed to say. “Thank you.”
And behind it, descending upon the Fae fleet with wicked delight, flew twelve others.
And for the sake of their world, Manon prayed the Queen of Terrasen could survive it. If only so Aelin could then die for them all.
Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”
Aelin Galathynius had not beseeched Elena for another fate. She had only asked for one thing, one request of the ancient queen: Will you come with me? For the same reason Manon had now asked them.
She had made plans for all of them—and none for herself.
Fight her. I am coming for you. Even if it takes me a thousand years. I will find you, I will find you, I will find you.
Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
