Chapter Thirty-Three: Aelin

947 37 7
                                    


      Shivers wracked her body; her teeth clashing violently as the chill sank deep into her bones. Blindly, she tried to reach out with a hand, but her body wouldn't -- couldn't cooperate. She pursed her lips, trying to call out. Rowan. But no sound escaped her.

It was so dark.

And it was so, so cold.





Crescent City: A Court of Thrones and GlassWhere stories live. Discover now