Aedion yawned—the lousiest attempt at one Rowan had ever seen—and excused himself.

At dinner, she'd seen the expression flash across his face when he caught Aelin and Rowan smiling at each other. All of Arobynn's jabs and stories had failed to find their mark tonight because Aelin had been too lost in Rowan to hear. She wondered whether the queen knew. Rowan did. Aedion did. And Arobynn did.

If you're going to have a pissing contest, can you at least do it on the roof?

You and I have always relished damning the odds.