Prince’s silver hair bright as the sun-on-snow
around them. “So have I. We’ll make sure
nothing harms this army tonight.” A knowing
glance toward the healers’ wagons. “Certain
areas will be especially guarded.”
Chaol nodded his thanks. Having Aelin
able to use her powers, having her
companions wielding them, too, would make
the battle far, far easier. Wyverns might not
even be able to get close enough to touch their
soldiers if Aelin could blast them from the
skies, or Rowan could snap their wings with a
gust of wind. Or just rip the air from their
lungs.
He’d seen enough of Fenrys’s and
Gavriel’s fighting in Anielle to know that
even without as much magic, they’d be lethal.
And Lorcan ... Chaol didn’t look over his
shoulder to where Lorcan and Elide rode. The
dark warrior’s powers weren’t anything Chaol
lily
(lily)
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