“Turns out,” Hasar mused, as if it were a passing thought, “there are quite a few people who think highly of her. And who believe in what she’s selling.” “Which is what?” Yrene whispered. Hasar shrugged. “I assume it’s what she tried to sell to me, when she wrote me a message weeks ago, asking for my aid. From one princess to another.” Chaol took a shuddering breath. “What did Aelin promise you?” Hasar smiled to herself. “A better world.”
