The ship was a step above ramshackle, all the finer vessels commandeered for the war, but it seemed steady enough to make the weeks-long crossing. For the gold they paid, the captain yielded his own quarters to Aelin and Rowan. If the man knew who they were, what they were, he said nothing. Aelin didn’t care. Only that they sailed with the midnight tide, Rowan’s magic propelling them swiftly out to the moonlit sea. Far from Maeve. From her gathered forces. From the truth that Aelin might have glimpsed that day in Maeve’s throne room, the dark blood that had turned to red. She hadn’t told the
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