She put a hand to her chest. Put a hand there and felt the heart beating within. The Fae heart. The cost. She had given all of herself. Had given up her life. The human life. Her mortality. Burned away, turned to nothing but dust between worlds. There would be no more shifting. Only this body, this form. She told them so. And told them what had occurred. And when she was done, when Rowan remained holding her, Aelin held out her hand once more, just to see. Perhaps it had been a final gift of Mala’s, too. To preserve this piece of her that now formed in her hand—this droplet of water. Her
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