CHAPTER 28

Aelin ran.
Her weakened legs stumbled on the grass,
her still-bound hands restricting the full range
of motion, but she ran. Picked a direction, any
direction but the river mists to her left, and
ran.
The sun was rising, and the army camp ...
There was motion behind her. Shouting.
She blocked it out and aimed right. Toward
the rising sun, as if it were Mala’s own
welcoming embrace.
She couldn’t get down enough air through
the mask’s thin slit, but she kept moving,