line across her neck for emphasis, and Elide
cringed. “Sartaq is probably going to have me
leading one of the flanks into battle, but I’ve
done that. Been good at that.” That grin
widened. “I want to lead your flank.”
“I don’t have a flank.”
“Then who shall you ride with into battle?”
“I hadn’t gotten that far,” Aelin said,
lifting a brow. “Since I expected to be dead.”
“Well, when you do, expect me to be in the
skies above you. I’d hate for the battle to be
dull.”
Only the fierce-eyed rukhin would have the
nerve to call marching on a hundred thousand
soldiers dull.
But before Aelin could say anything, or
Elide could ask Borte whether the ruks were
ready against the wyverns, the ruk rider was
gone.
When Elide looked to Aelin, the queen’s
lily
(lily)
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