She studied the tattoo snaking down the side of his face and neck, vanishing into his dark clothes.
Borte whirled to Aelin. Then you are Aelin Galathynius. You look just how Nesryn said.Aelin grinned at Nesryn, the woman leaning against Sartaqs side. I hope you only said horrible things about me.
Only the worst, Nesryn said with dead flatness, though her mouth twitched.But Falkan whispered, The queen, and fell to his knees.Hasar laughed. He never showed that sort of awe when he met us.
Sartaq lifted his brows. You told him to turn into a rat and scuttle away.Aelin hoisted up Falkan by the shoulder. I cant have my friends uncle kneeling on the ground, can I?
You said you were an assassin. Falkans eyes were so wide the whites around them gleamed. You stole horses from the Lord of Xandria—
Yes, yes, Aelin said, waving a hand. Its a long story, and were in the middle of a war council, so …Manon took a step toward him, her teeth flashing. In this body, he stood shorter than her. He hated the thrill that shot through his blood as she leaned down to growl at him. We have enough to deal with today, princeling.
Do I look as if Im standing in your way?She opened her mouth, then shut it.
Dorian let out a low laugh and made to turn away. An iron-tipped hand gripped his arm.Strange, for that hand to feel large on his body. Large, and not the slender, deadly thing hed become accustomed to.