People screamed, and Chaol’s knees buckled. For a moment, he debated making a stand with his friend, right there and then.
But he knew that this had been the other trap. One for Aedion and Aelin, one for Sorscha. And this one—this one to draw out Dorian’s power.
Dorian had known it, too. Known it, and still walked into it so Chaol could escape—to find Aelin and tell her what had happened here today. Someone had to get out. Someone had to survive.
He looked at his friend, perhaps for the last time, and said what he had always known, from the moment they’d met, when he’d understood that the prince was his brother in soul. «I love you.»
Dorian merely nodded, eyes still blazing, and lifted his hands again toward his father. Brother. Friend. King.
Heir of Fire (Throne of Glass)