It wasn’t until she was done hanging her clothes on the hooks embedded in the wall that she noticed the leather pouch on the bed, and the note pinned beneath it.
Can we talk about how even when they just met, Lorcan gave Elide half of his rabbit because she was starving? Can you imagine his grumpy concern? I can’t get over Elorcan.
She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph
