““And what will you and Aelin do about Hollin?” Chaol asked, gazing toward the smoke. “Where do you draw the line?” “We don’t kill children.” “Even ones who already show signs of corruption?” “You don’t get the right to fling that sort of horseshit in our faces—not when your king murdered our family. Our people.” Chaol’s eyes flickered. “I’m sorry.” Aedion shook his head. “We’re not enemies. You can trust us—trust Aelin.” “No, I can’t. Not anymore.” “Then it’s your loss,” Aedion said. “Good luck.” It was all he really had to offer the captain.””
