Kingdom of Ash

They found Yrene not in the keep, but in a tent
on the remnants of the battlefield, leaning
over a human man thrashing upon a cot. The
man had been restrained to anchors in the
floor at his wrists and ankles.
Aelin took one look at those chains and had
to swallow.
Rowan laid a hand on her lower back, and
Fenrys stepped closer to her side.
Yrene paused, her hands wreathed in white
light. Borte, sword out, lingered nearby.
“Is something wrong?” Yrene asked, the
glow in her hands fading. The man sagged,
going boneless as the healer’s assault on the
demon inside him halted.
Chaol steered his chair closer to her, the
wheels equipped for rougher terrain. “Aelin
and her companions want a demonstration. If
you’re up for it.”