Rowan's POV

I arrived at the spot where I had last seen Aelin. The marks were still painted permanently on the dusty ground. I saw a young female fae but her scent was unlike any fae I've ever scented. Like Wyrdstone and the Wyrdkeys but familiar and right somehow. I crept closer and saw a necklace made of wrought iron and silver upon it hung three slivers of stone that seemed to absorb light. She was unconscious. I set up my strangely large tent and laid her on the small folding bed.

A/N here's the necklace but imagine the stones are Wyrdkeys.