CHAPTER 97
She could barely move. Barely think.
Gone. Where light and life had flowed within her, there was nothing.
Not an ember. Only a droplet, just one, of water.
She clung to it, shielded it as they appeared, twelve figures through the portal behind her. Filtering into this place of places, this crossroads of eternity.
“It is done, then,” said the one with many faces, approaching the Lock that hovered in midair. A flick of a ghostly, ever-changing hand and the Lock floated toward Aelin. Landed on her lap, gold and glittering.
“Summon us our world, girl,” said the one with a voice like steel and screams. “And let us go home at last.”
The final breaking. To send them back, to seal the gate. She’d use her last kernel of self, the final droplet, to seal the gate shut with the Lock. And then she would be gone.
Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom …
“Now,” one with a voice like crashing waves ordered. “We have waited enough.”
Aelin managed to lift her head. To look at their shimmering figures. Things from another world.
But amongst them, pressed into their ranks as if they held her captive …
Elena’s eyes were wide. Agonized.
Who loved her kingdom …
One of them snapped their ghostly fingers at Aelin. “Enough of this.”
Aelin looked up at her, at the goddess who had spoken. She knew that voice. Deanna.
Silently, Aelin surveyed them. Found the one like a shimmering dawn, the heart of a flame.
Mala did not look at her. Or at Elena, her own daughter.
Aelin turned away from the Fire-Bringer. And said to none of them in particular, “I should like to make a bargain with you.”
The gods stilled. Deanna hissed, “A bargain? You dare to ask for a bargain?”
“I would hear it,” said one whose voice was kind and loving.
The thing in her arm writhed, and Aelin willed it to reveal what they sought.
The portal to their realm. Sunlight over a rolling green country nearly blinded her. They whirled toward it, some sighing at the sight.
But Aelin said, “A trade. Before you fulfill your end.”
Words were distant, so difficult and pained. But she forced them out.
The gods halted. Aelin only looked at Elena. Smiled softly.
“You have sworn to take Erawan with you. To destroy him,” Aelin said, and the one with a voice like death faced her. As if remembering they had indeed promised such an outrageous thing.
“I would like to trade,” she said again. And managed to point, with that arm that held all of eternity within it. “Erawan’s soul for Elena’s.”
Mala turned toward her now. And stared.
Aelin said into their silence, “Leave Erawan to Erilea. But in exchange, leave Elena. Let her soul remain in the Afterworld with those she loves.”
“Aelin,” Elena whispered, and tears like silver flowed down her cheeks.
Aelin smiled at the ancient queen. “The debt has been paid enough.”
She had wanted them to debate it—her friends. Had asked for a vote on the gate not just to ease the burden of the choice, but to hear it from them, to hear them say that they could defeat Erawan on their own. That Yrene Towers might stand a chance to destroy him.
So she could make this bargain, this trade, and not seal their doom entirely.
“Don’t do it,” Elena begged. Begged all those cold, impassive gods. “Don’t agree to it.”
Aelin said to them, “Leave her be, and go.”
“Aelin, please,” Elena said, weeping now.
Aelin smiled. “You bought me that extra time. So I might live. Let me buy this for you.”
Elena covered her face with her hands and wept.
The gods looked among themselves. Then Deanna moved, graceful as a stag through a wood.
Aelin loosed a breath, bowing over her knees, as the goddess approached Elena.
No one but herself. She would allow no one but herself to be sacrificed in this final task.
Deanna laid her hands on either side of Elena’s face. “I had hoped for this.”
Then she pressed her hands together, Elena’s head clasped between them.
A flare of light from Mala, in warning and pain, as Elena’s eyes went wide. As Deanna squeezed.
And then Elena ruptured. Into a thousand shimmering pieces that faded as they fell.
Aelin’s scream died in her throat, her body unable to rise as Deanna wiped her ghostly hands, and said, “We do not make bargains with mortals. Not any longer. Keep Erawan, if that is what you wish.”
Then the goddess strode through the archway into her own world.
Aelin stared at the empty place where Elena had been only heartbeats before.
Nothing remained.
Not even a shimmering ember to send back into the Afterworld, to the mate left behind.
Nothing at all.
CHAPTER 98
It was breaking apart.
The mating bond.
Bowed over his knees, Rowan panted, a hand on his chest as the bond frayed.
He clung to it, wrapped his magic, his soul around it, as if it might keep her, wherever she was, from going to a place he could not follow.
He did not accept it. Would never accept this fate. Never.
Distantly, he heard Dorian and Chaol debating something. He didn’t care.
The mating bond was breaking.
And there was nothing he could do but hold on.
One by one, the gods strode through the archway into their own world. Some sneered down at her as they passed.
They would not take Erawan.
Would not … would not do anything.
Her chest was hollow, her soul gutted out, and yet this …
And yet this …
Aelin clawed at the mist-shrouded ground-that-was-not-ground as the last of them vanished. Until only one remained.
A pillar of light and flame. Shining in the mists.
Mala lingered on the threshold of her world.
As if she remembered.
As if she remembered Elena, and Brannon, and who knelt before her. Blood of her blood. The recipient of her power. Her Heir.
“Seal the gate, Fire-Bringer,” Mala said softly.
But the Lady of Light still hesitated.
And from far away, Aelin heard another woman’s voice.
Make sure that they’re punished someday. Every last one of them.
They will be, she’d sworn to Kaltain.
They had lied. Had betrayed Elena and Erilea, as they had believed themselves betrayed.
Their green sun-drenched world rippled away ahead.
Groaning, Aelin climbed to her feet.
She was no lamb to slaughter. No sacrifice on an altar of the greater good.
And she was not done yet.
Aelin met Mala’s burning stare.
“Do it,” Mala said quietly.