“I have them,” Manon said simply. “Aelin slid them into my pocket.” Oh, Aelin. Aelin. She’d worked Maeve into such a frenzy, made the queen so focused on capturing her that she hadn’t thought to confirm if Aelin held the keys before she vanished. She’d been dealt such a wicked, impossible hand—and yet Aelin had made it count. One last time, she’d made it count. “It’s why I couldn’t do anything about it,” Manon said. “To help her. I had to look uninvolved. Neutral.”
