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easy target.
Left to right, she darted over the hills,
slower with each bump she cleared, each step
toward Lorcan as he raced to her, a hundred
yards remaining between them.
An arrow speared for her back, but Aelin
lunged to the side, skidding in grass and dirt.
She was up again in a heartbeat, weapons still
in hand, charging for the hills and hollows
between them.
Another arrow aimed for her, and Lorcan
made to snap it away. A wall of glittering gold
got there first.
From the north, leaping over the hollows,
charged Gavriel. Aelin disappeared into a dip
in the earth, and when she emerged, the Lion
ran at her side, a golden shield around her.
Not close to her—but in the air around them.
Unable to fully touch her with the iron mask,
the chains draped around her torso. The iron