“Then Aelin said, “You’re last, Rowan.”
“I vote no. Not now, not ever.”
Rowan just stared and stared at his mate. His reason for breathing.
Elide asked softly, “What is your vote, Aelin?”
Aelin tore her eyes from Rowan, and he felt the absence of that stare like a frozen wind as she said, “It doesn’t matter.”