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Her brows narrowed slightly. She’d been
unconscious for that long?
“We had to put you in a wagon with the
other wounded. Tonight’s the first we’ve
dared to stop.” The strong column of his
throat bobbed. “A storm struck to the south.
It’s slowed Morath down—just enough.”
She tried to swallow against the dryness in
her throat. The last she remembered, she’d
been facing those ilken, never so aware of the
limitations of a mortal body, of how even
Aelin, who seemed so tall as she swaggered
through the world, was dwarfed by the
creatures. Then those claws had ripped into
her leg. And she’d managed to make a perfect
swing. To take one of them down.
“You rallied our army,” he said. “We lost
the battle, but they didn’t run in shame.”
Lysandra managed to pull a hand from
beneath the blankets, and strained for the jug