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But wariness again flooded Karsyn’s eyes, as if reht see the "Thank you for the broom," the witch said, and strode between the tents

At least one of the Crochans had spoken to her Perhaps this journey to Eyllould offer her the chance to speak to hing upon theht Hurry, Blackbeak

When Karsyn was gone, Asterin re her hair "You really think they’re mated?"

Abraxos lifted his head from where it rested atop Narene’s back and looked toward theure it out

"What a knee to knee in their tiny tent, the wind howling outside, Manon’s golden eyes narrowed as she peered into Dorian’s face "My eyes," he said "Just tellis really a pressing thing to learn?"

"Indulge

Brown You will change fro his true reasons froht forbid hi to Morath, but there was another possibility, even worse than that

That she would insist on going with hiht have sent a lesser"They’re still blue"

Gods above, she was beautiful He wondered when it would stop feeling like a betrayal to think so

Dorian took a long breath, concentrating again Ignoring the whispering presence of the two keys in his jacket pocket "Tell ic?"

Dorian sat back, bracing his arht the words to explain "It’s not like other sorts of ht has it changing froled in a way he’d witnessed the wyverns doing Right before they devoured a goat whole "Which do you like the best?"

An unusually personal question Even though this past week, thanks to the tent’s relative war in the blankets now beneath the like her He so like him, either He’d seen how often she found her pleasure when he took the reins, when her body writhed beneath his and she lost control entirely

But the hours in this tent hadn’t yielded any sort of intilad of it, he told himself None of this could end well For either of the he’d let the silence drip on "It was the first element that came out of me--I don’t knohy"

"You’re not a cold person"

He arched a brow "Is that your professional opinion?"

Manon studied hiry, when your friends are threatened But you are not cold, not at heart I’ve seen men who are, and you are not"

"Neither are you," he said a bit quietly

The wrong thing to say

Manon stiffened, her chin lifting "I am one hundred seventeen years old," she said flatly "I have spent theDon’t convince yourself that the events of the past fewyourself that" He doubted anyone had ever spoken to her that baldly--relished that he now did, and kept his throat intact

She snarled in his face "You’re a fool if you believe the fact that I am their queen wipes away the truth that I have killed scores of Crochans"

"That fact will always remain It’s how you make it count now that matters"

Make it count Aelin had said as much back in those initial days after he’d been freed of the collar He tried not to wonder whether the icy bite of Wyrdstone would soon clamp around his neck once more

"I am not a softhearted Crochan I will never be, even if I wear their crown of stars"

He’d heard the whispers about that crown ast the Crochans this week--about whether it would be found at last Rhiannon Crochan’s crown of stars, stolen froone after Aelin had killed the Matron, Dorian had not the faintest idea If it had stayed with that strange carnival she’d traveled with, it could be anywhere Could have been sold for quick coin

Manon went on, "If that is what the Crochans expect me to become before they join in this war, then I will let them venture to Eyllwe toods knew he’d been struggling to do so hirowled