CHAPTER 59

The khagan’s army took no prisoners.
A few of Morath’s soldiers tried to escape
into the city. Standing beside Aelin on the
keep battlements, Rowan watched the ruks
pick them off with lethal efficiency.
His ears still rang with the din of battle, his
breath a rasping beat echoed by Aelin.
Already, the small wounds on him had begun
to heal, a tingling itch beneath his stained
clothes. The gash he’d taken to his leg,
however, would need longer.
Across the plain, stretching toward the
horizon, the khagan’s army made sure their