"Then we shall shut them," Gavriel said, and smiled grimly. "Together." The word was more of a question, subtle and sorrowful. Together. As father and son. As the two warriors they were. Gavriel - his father. He had come. And looking at those tawny eyes, Aedion knew it was not for Aelin, or for Terrasen, that his father had done it. "Together," Aedion rasped"