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Chapter 66 Part 2 (Queen Of Light) of Queen of Shadows: Aelin ventured out at dawn to snag breakfast from the vendors in the main market of the slums. The sun was already warming the quiet streets, and her cloak and hood quickly turned stuffy. At least it was a clear day; at least that bit had gone right. Despite the crows cackling over the corpses in the execution squares.
The sword at her side was a dead weight. Too soon she’d be swinging it.
Too soon she’d face the man who had murdered her family and enslaved her kingdom. Too soon she would put an end to her friend’s life.
Maybe she wouldn’t even walk out of the castle alive.
Or perhaps she would walk out wearing a black collar of her own, if Lorcan had betrayed them.
Everything was prepared; every possible pitfall had been considered; every weapon had been sharpened.
Lysandra had taken Evangeline to have their tattoos formally stamped off yesterday, and then collected her belongings from the brothel. Now they were staying in an upscale inn across the city, paid for with the small savings Lysandra had squirreled away for years. The courtesan had offered her help again and again, but Aelin ordered her to get the hell out of the city and to head for Nesryn’s country home. The courtesan warned her to be careful, kissed both her cheeks, and set off with her ward—both of them beaming, both of them free. Hopefully they were on their way out now.
Aelin bought a bag of pastries and some meat pies, barely listening to the market around her, already abuzz with early revelers out to celebrate the solstice. They were more subdued than most years, but given the executions, she didn’t blame them.
“Miss?”
She stiffened, going for her sword—and realized that the pie vendor was still waiting for his coppers.
He flinched and retreated a few steps behind his wooden cart. “Sorry,” she mumbled, dumping the coins into his outstretched hand.
The man gave her a wary smile. “Everyone’s a bit jumpy this morning, it seems.”
She half turned. “More executions?”
The vendor jerked his round chin toward a street leading off the market. “You didn’t see the message on your way in?” She gave a sharp shake of the head. He pointed. She’d thought the crowd by the corner was watching some street performer. “Oddest thing. No one can make any sense of it. They say it’s written in what looks like blood, but it’s darker—”
Aelin was already heading toward the street the man had indicated, following the throng of people pressing to see it.
She trailed the crowd, weaving around curious revelers and vendors and common market guards until they all flowed around a corner into a brightly lit dead-end alley.
The crowd had gathered at the pale stone wall at its end, murmuring and milling about.
“What does it mean?” “Who wrote it?” “Sounds like bad news, especially on the solstice.” “There are more, all saying the same thing, right near every major market in the city.”
Aelin pushed through the crowd, an eye on her weapons and purse lest a pickpocket get any bad ideas, and then—
The message had been written in giant black letters, the reek coming off them sure enough that of Valg blood, as if someone with very, very sharp nails had ripped open one of the guards and used him as a paint bucket.
Aelin turned on her heel and ran.
She hurtled through the bustling city streets and the slums, alley after alley, until she reached Chaol’s decrepit house and flung open the door, shouting for him.
The message on the wall had only been one sentence. Payment for a life debt.
One sentence just for Aelin Galathynius; one sentence that changed everything:
WITCH KILLER—
THE HUMAN IS STILL INSIDE HIM