Lysandra

I stare at the Fae. He may be one the most beautiful man I've ever seen, excluding Aedion of I look at the others among the group, the girl with the blonde hair is also absolutely stunning, but Aelin was better. Deadlier.

A warm breeze pushes a strand of my brown hair into my face. I push it behind my ear and see the Fae staring at us intently, as if he seaching for something deeply important to him.

His eyes break focus and he visibly finches away, blinking rapidly before glaring behind us with his cold eyes.

course.

"I wouldn't do that Daemati," a low, masculine voice speaks from behind me. I am startled, but do not let it show. I turn to see forrest green eyes staring forward into the man.

My breath hitches.

A smile creepes onto my face.

I am frozen on my feet.

Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius is still alive.

How is that possible?

Rowan looks around at us. "Now, would someone kindly tell me where my wife is," he demands, looking at us dead in the eye.

I feel the whole world slow down at that one question, eating away at our minds. We glance at each other.

This isn't going to end well.