Pits, when she’d kept turning away from the Valg and hiding behind Arobynn … It had been to avoid their notice. “You have to be insane.”
“Even before I knew who you were, Aelin, I knew that what you were working toward … It was worth it.”
“What is?” Her throat tightened.
“A world where people like me don’t have to hide.” Lysandra turned away, but Aelin grabbed her by the hand. Lysandra smiled a bit. “Times like these, I wish I had your particular skill set instead.”
“Would you do it if you could? About two nights from now, I mean.”
Lysandra gently let go of her hand. “I’ve thought about it every single day since Wesley died. I would do it, and gladly. But I don’t mind if you do it. You won’t hesitate. I find that comforting, somehow.”
The invitation arrived by street urchin at ten o’clock the next morning.
Aelin stared at the cream-colored envelope on the table before the fireplace, its red wax seal imprinted with crossed daggers. Aedion and Rowan, peering over her shoulders, studied the box it had come with. Both males sniffed—and frowned.
“It smells like almonds,” Aedion said.
She pulled out the card. A formal invitation for dinner tomorrow at eight—for her and two guests—and a request for the favor owed to him.
His patience was at an end. But in typical Arobynn fashion, dumping the demon at his doorstep wouldn’t be enough. No—she’d deliver it on his terms.
The dinner was late enough in the day to give her time to stew.
There was a note at the end of the invitation, in an elegant yet efficient scrawl.
A gift—and one I hope you’ll wear tomorrow night.
She chucked the card onto the table and waved a hand to Aedion or Rowan to open the box as she walked to the window and looked out toward the castle. It was blindingly bright in the morning sun, glimmering as though it had been crafted from pearl and gold and silver.
The slither of ribbon, the thud of the box lid opening, and—
“What the hell is that?”
She glanced over her shoulder. Aedion held a large glass bottle in his hands, full of amber liquid.
She said flatly, “Perfumed skin oil.”
“Why does he want you to wear it?” Aedion asked too quietly.
She looked out the window again. Rowan stalked over and perched on the armchair behind her, a steady force at her back. Aelin said, “It’s just another move in the game we’ve been playing.”
She’d have to rub it into her skin. His scent.
She told herself that she’d expected nothing less, but …
“And you’re going to use it?” Aedion spat.
“Tomorrow, our one goal is to get the Amulet of Orynth from him. Agreeing to wear that oil will put him on unsure footing.”
“I don’t follow.”
“The invitation is a threat,” Rowan replied for her. She could feel him inches away, was aware of his movements as much as her own. “Two companions—he knows how many of us are here, knows who you are.”
“And you?” Aedion asked.
The fabric of his shirt sighed against Rowan’s skin as he shrugged. “He’s probably figured out by now that I’m Fae.”
The thought of Rowan facing Arobynn, and what Arobynn might try to do—
“And what about the demon?” Aedion demanded. “He expects us to bring it over in all our finery?”
“Another test. And yes.”
“So when do we go catch ourselves a Valg commander?”
Aelin and Rowan glanced at each other. “You’re staying here,” she said to Aedion.
“Like hell I am.”
She pointed to his side. “If you hadn’t been a hotheaded pain in my ass and torn your stitches when you sparred with Rowan, you could have come. But you’re still on the mend, and I’m not going to risk exposing your wounds to the filth in the sewers just so you can feel better about yourself.”
Aedion’s nostrils flared as he reined in his temper. “You’re going to face a demon—”
“She’ll be taken care of,” Rowan said.
“I can take care of myself,” she snapped. “I’m going to get dressed.” She grabbed her suit from where she’d left it drying over an armchair before the open windows.
Aedion sighed behind her. “Please—just be safe. And Lysandra is to be trusted?”
“We’ll find out tomorrow,” she said. She trusted Lysandra—she wouldn’t have let her near Aedion otherwise—but Lysandra wouldn’t necessarily know if Arobynn was using her.
Rowan lifted his brows. Are you all right?
She nodded. I just want to get through these two days and be done with it.
“That will never stop being strange,” Aedion muttered.
“Deal with it,” she told him, carrying the