“Do we continue on to war, hope we make it to Orynth in time, and then destroy the keys? Or do we destroy the keys now, and then you continue northward.” A pause, horrible and unbearable. “Without me.” Rowan was shaking, whether with restraint or in dread, Chaol couldn’t tell. Aelin said, unwavering and calm, “I would like to put it to a vote.”

