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At last, Manon found Asterin's gaze, tears now rolling down her Second's face. Not from fear or pain, but in farewell. A hundred years-and yet Manon wished she'd had more time.

She hauled away the helmet crowned with slender, lancelike blades.
He knew her face before he remembered her name.
Knew the white hair, like moonlight on water, that spilled over her dark scalelike armor; knew the burnt-gold eyes.
Knew that impossibly beautiful face, full of cold bloodlust and wicked cunning.

But Aelin had promised herself, months and months ago, that she would not pretend to be anything but what she was. She had crawled through darkness and blood and despair—she had survived.

Rowan read the softness in her eyes, her body, and his own inherent fierceness slipped into a gentleness that so few would ever see.