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are solid enough, but another few blows from
the catapults and towers might start coming
down.”
Rowan crossed his arms. “The walls were
breached today?”
“They were,” Chaol said grimly. “By a
siege tower. The ruks couldn’t arrive in time
to pull it down.” Nesryn cringed, but Sartaq
did not offer an apology. Chaol went on, “We
secured the walls, but the Valg soldiers cut
down a number of our men—from Anielle,
that is.”
Aelin surveyed the map, blocking out the
challenge of the fierce-eyed princess who was
a mirror in so many ways. “So how do we play
it? Do we slam through the lines, or pick them
off one by one?”
Nesryn stabbed a finger onto the map, right
atop the Silver Lake. “What if we pushed
them to the lake itself?”