Gold eyes gleamed with the thrill of challenge. “And if I claim her for the Blackbeaks?”
“Blackbeaks—or the Crochans?” Aelin purred.
Elide blinked. Manon—and the Crochans? What was the Wing Leader doing here? Where was Abraxos? The witch said, “Careful, Majesty. With your power reduced to embers, you’ll have to fight me the old-fashioned way again.”
That dangerous grin returned. “You know, I’ve been hoping for round two.”
“Ladies,” the silver-haired prince said through clenched teeth.
They both turned, giving Rowan Whitethorn horrifyingly innocent smiles. The Fae Prince, to his credit, only winced after they looked away again.
She allowed herself to lean forward, resting her brow against his snout. His growl rumbled her bones. “We’ve been a pair, you and I. A few days is nothing, my friend.”
He nudged her head with his own.
Manon swallowed hard. “You saved my life. Many times. I never thanked you for it.”
Abraxos let out another low whine.
“You and me,” she promised him. “From now until the Darkness claims us.”
„You soft-hearted worm,” Manon hissed at Abraxos once the cunning, many-faced girl was gone. The girl might be hiding secrets, but her lineage wasn't one of them. She had no idea that witch-blood flowed strong in her mortal veins. „A crippled leg and a few chains, and you are in love?”
A réten csak tizenhárom wyvern állomásozott. A legkisebb közülük a fejét egy halom vadvirágba temette, úgy terült el a hasán.
– Ha lenne gerinced, Elide, akkor Abraxos mellett vártad volna meg, míg elmegyünk.
350. oldal, 31. fejezet
Abraxos a farkával verdesett, a vastüskék csillogtak. Hatalmas, halálosan veszélyes kutya. Szárnyakkal.
– Figyeljen ide, maga ember! – szakította félbe Manon. – Először is ne utasítgasson engem! – Vasfoga kipattant, a férfi meghátrált. – Másrészt nem fogok más wyvernnel edzeni. Vele akarok.