Fenrys wondered if he had heard her correctly. "Did you say 'when Erawan came into the world'?" It couldn't be possible, that this woman was that old.
"That would make you around nine hundred years old," Aelin breathed from beside her. Morgan nodded.
"That is correct."
Fenrys sat back in his chair, furiously doing the calculations.
"Go on," Vaughn said, leaning forward in his own chair, dark eyes calculating, as they all were.
"I have a nasty feeling about who your father is," Aelin admitted. Morgan glanced at her, her response unspoken. Connall choked in his chair. "Don't tell me-" he began. Morgan nodded again, head dipping. "Erawan is my father."
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Hellfire
FanfictionWARNING: Story takes place AFTER Empire of Storms AND Tower of Dawn Morgan is a creature, a 900-year-old being with leathery wings and golden eyes. And she has come to the aid of Aelin Galaythius, in a bid to save the one chance they have of escapin...
