I pray all ten fade away.
The flash of gold that decorated the darker and smaller figure caught her eye. Then she studied the body that danced away from her father's flames. The fur built to insulate against the cold, and the golden horn atop his brow. The boy she'd found in a cave, the boy who'd stranded himself in the arctic and she'd stumbled onto him. Rikyn.
No.
NO.
The boy's proud words managed to be heard, despite the ringing in her ears. The sounds of her blood rushing, her heart pummelling against her ribs.
"No." The girl barely managed to mouth the words, the sound was lost to the winds before her own ears had a chance to hear her plea. A startled gasp escaped her chops as her hooves touched the frozen sea waters, the chill instantly climbing up her legs. The boy had been right - she was made to be dressed in silks and bathe comfortably in the sun. He was made for the cold, to be rugged up in furs and hidden away from the frozen bite.
Rikyn, what the hell was he thinking? Why the hell was he fighting back?
"RUN YOU IDIOT!" Aelin's scream was carried over by the water. Her father was going to put him on a spike and roast him until he was crispy. Pretending to be brave while seriously hurt was one thing...facing her father was futile and showed his naivety. "That imbecile." Now she was angry with him as well. If he wasn't a pile of smoking ash once her father had finished with him, he sure would be once she had her say! "That thick, brainless...simple headed boy!" The girl forced herself to watch as she paced along the shoreline, fury rolled off of her thickly, putrefying the air. Aelin wondered if the waves would also carry her fury to Rikyn, if he could sense just how much she was going to kill him.
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