Kingdom of Ash

and all.”
Chaol refrained from telling Gavriel he
was already more than enough.
Gavriel said quietly, “I shall endeavor to be
worthy of my son.”
Chaol was about to mutter that Aedion had
better deem the Lion worthy when two forms
took shape in the skies high above. Large,
dark, and moving fast.
Chaol grabbed for the bow strapped across
his back as soldiers cried out, Gavriel’s own
bow already aimed skyward, but Rowan
shouted above the fray, “Hold your fire!”
Galloping hooves thundered toward them,
then Aelin and the Fae Prince were there, the
latter announcing, “It’s Nesryn and Borte.”
Within minutes, the two women had
descended, their ruks crusted with ice from
the air high above the peaks.
“How bad is it?” Aelin asked, now joined