Lord Darrow,” she said, inclining her head. She couldn’t help the crooked grin. “You look toasty.” Darrow’s plain face remained unmoved. Unimpressed. Well, then. Aelin watched Darrow, waiting – refusing to break his stare until he bowed. A dip of his head was all he offered. “A bit lower,” she purred. Aedion’s.

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