Kingdom of Ash

chasing after that wyvern. If an Ironteeth
scout spotted them—
Aelin readied her magic. The wyvern
banked toward them, barely visible through
the latticework of branches.
But light flared then. Blasted back the
rukhin—harmlessly.
Not light. But ice, flickering and flashing
before it turned to flame.
Rowan recognized it, too. Roared the order
to hold their fire.
It was not Abraxos who landed at the
crossroads. And there was no sign of Manon
Blackbeak.
Light flashed again. And then Dorian
Havilliard stood there, his jacket and cape
stained and worn.
Aelin galloped down the road toward him,
Rowan and Elide beside her, the others at their
backs.