Aelin braced her forearms on the bar, crossing one ankle over the other. Hello, Tern. Arobynn's second in command-or he had been two years ago. A vicious, calculating little prick who had always been more than eager to do Arobynn's dirty work. I figured it was only a matter of time before one of Arobynn's dogs sniffed me out. Tern flashed a too-bright smile. If memory serves, you were always his favorite bitch.