![]() He extended it to her, its long blade gleaming as if he’d been secretly polishing and caring for it these months.Īnd when she grasped the dagger, its weight lighter than she remembered, Rowan looked into her eyes, into the very core of her, and said, “Fireheart. She realized that Rowan saw each of those thoughts and more as he reached into his tunic and pulled out a dagger. Until she had Narrok and his creatures in her sight. Maas, Heir of Fire tags: aelin-galathynius, alike, bonds, breaking-point, fireheart, friendship, heir-of-fire, mutual-respect, rowan-whitethorn, tenderness, ties 539 likes Like Her cheek against the moss, the young princess she had been - Aelin Galathynius - reached a hand for her. But it would wait-it had to wait until it was time. Her magic thrummed in her blood, wanting out, wanting more. He knew-he understood without her having to say a word-what it was like. He had not needed to mention the massacres, had not needed to try to console her. She had earned that fate.įor a long moment, he said nothing. Because you are needed, and because I will follow you to whatever end.” And if the creatures devoured her body and soul, then she would not mind. ![]() You are the only person who can give the demi-Fae a chance of surviving you are trusted and respected. “You have experience-you are needed here. “They also had the luxury of knowing that their bloodline did not end with them.” ![]()
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