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beneath Morath’s feet.”
Galan’s turquoise eyes flickered, either at
the plan or the fact that Aelin would not be the
one enacting it. “Morath might see through
us.”
“There’s little other option.” From
Perranth, they’d have access to more supplies,
perhaps fresh troops rallying to them from the
city itself. To retreat, though ...
Aedion surveyed the lines being picked off
one by one, the soldiers on their last legs.
Retreat and live. Fight and die.
For this resistance would founder, if they
kept at this. Here, on the southern plains,
they’d be ended.
There was no guarantee Rowan and the
others would find Aelin. That Dorian and
Manon might retrieve the third Wyrdkey and
then give them to his queen, should she get
free, should she find them in this mess of a