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“Please don’t start doing it now. Yes, sometimes you piss me the hell off with that Fae territorial nonsense, but … I heard your voice. It woke me up. It led me out of that … place.”
“This, Rowan—this is all I need. Just this.”
“Even if we have threats of war every other day, even if we have to host fussy emissaries, even if we have to visit god-awful kingdoms and play nice, I’ll be happy to do it, if you’re at my side.”
“I love you,” Rowan breathed onto her skin, and flicked his tongue over the spot where his canines had scratched. “I’d walk into the burning heart of hell itself to find you.”
Ahhhhh yesssssss
“How many men have you been with?” he countered.
She smirked. “Enough to know how to handle the needs of mortal princelings. To know what will make you beg.”
Yesssss Manon
What the hell are you thinking about?
The usual things, she shot back at Rowan with a simpering smile. Killing, crocheting, how to make you emit those noises again—
Round two, he seemed to say. As soon as this is dealt with. We’re having round two. This time, I get to see what noises you make.
ROWAN IS A FERAL MAN… IM HERE FOR IT
Manon said, low and flat, “Who is this?”
“You’ve met him before. He’s Fenrys—sworn warrior of Queen Maeve.”
“No, he’s not,”
Stop!??? WHAT
The witch’s iron nails flashed out a heartbeat before Fenrys struck.
Wait what
“Nameless is the price of Maeve’s allegiance,” Fenrys snapped. “It can’t be purchased.”
“Nameless is my price.”
“I made a promise to protect you. I will not break it, Elide.”
“I will always find you,” he swore to her.
Ugh my heart
Lorcan whispered, “I promise.”
Manon swallowed hard. “You saved my life. Many times. I never thanked you for it.” Abraxos let out another low whine. “You and me,” she promised him. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”
Aawwwwwww
Her hands trembled. Asterin was not dead. The Thirteen were not dead.
“Kill me. If that order is given. Kill me, Rowan, before I have to do it.”
“You’ll be dead before you can get within a foot of her.”
Ugh we love a protective fae prince
The Queen of Flame and Shadow, the Heir of Fire, Aelin of the Wildfire, Fireheart …
“It’s a traveling mirror.”
“Think about Deanna’s words: ‘Flame and iron, together bound, merge into silver to learn what must be found. A mere step is all it shall take.’” He pointed to the mirror. “Step into the silver—and learn.”
Maeve said, “So your mate was given to another. And I let him fall in love, let him get her with child. And then I broke him. No one ever asked how those enemy forces came to pass by his mountain home.”
W T F
How long has it been, Aelin, since you realized he was your mate?”
Maeve ignored her. “Well? When did you know?”
“At Temis’s temple,” Aelin admitted, glancing to Manon. “The moment the arrow went through his shoulder. Months ago.”
Omg
“And tell Rowan …”
“And tell Rowan,” Aelin said, fighting her own sob, “that I’m sorry I lied. But tell him it was all borrowed time anyway. Even before today, I knew it was all just borrowed time, but I still wish we’d had more of it.” She fought past her trembling mouth. “Tell him he has to fight. He must save Terrasen, and remember the vows he made to me. And tell him … tell him thank you—for walking that dark path with me back to the light.”
VOWS?!
Noooooo I'm crying
Time—she was grateful Elena had given her that stolen time.
Grateful she had met them all, that she had seen some small part of the world, had heard such lovely music, had danced and laughed and known true friendship. Grateful that she had found Rowan.
She was gr...
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So Aelin Galathynius dried her tears. And did not fight when Maeve strapped that beautiful iron mask over her face.
I cant stop crying
“Where is Aelin.”
“Where is Aelin.”
Rowan hissed, “Where is my wife?”
STOP… WHAT NO IM CRYING
Wife. Wife.
Aelin had known. That Lorcan had betrayed her and summoned Maeve here. That she had been living on borrowed time.
And she had married Whitethorn … so Terrasen could have a king. Perhaps had been spurred into action because she knew Lorcan had already betrayed her, that Maeve was coming …
Whitethorn’s wife. His mate.
“Please,” Rowan begged, his voice breaking as that calm fury fractured.
Noooo my heart
His Fireheart. His equal, his friend, his lover. His wife. His mate.
Fight her. I am coming for you. Even if it takes me a thousand years. I will find you, I will find you, I will find you.
Ugh my heart
but to rattle the stars.
I will find you.
Unleashing a cry that set the world trembling, Prince Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius, Consort of the Queen of Terrasen, began the hunt to find his wife.
Ahhhhh omg
“I once lived in fear of other people. I let other people walk all over me just because I was too afraid of the consequences for refusing. I did not know how to refuse.”
Yrene didn’t care if someone came to murder her in her sleep.
Thats a way to start a chapter
