Aelin felt her consciousness slowly return to her body, tears running down a face that felt so foreign. She slowly exhaled, wiggling her toes as feeling returned to her limbs, and made to stand. Morgan stepped slightly forward, as if to stop her.
"Aelin," Rowan breathed. The tone caught her off-guard. It was a warning tone; hesitant, cautious, and heartbreaking. She stared at him, finding herself unwilling to again turn towards that black surface and face the void that was consuming her soul bit by bit.
"What, so you're just going to leave me out?"
Aelin felt her heart stop dead in her chest, as if the universe itself had paused to reconfigure itself, as Sam's voice echoed from behind her.
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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...