Then the flash and shimmer. And a ghost
leopard now hurtled toward her, and Aelin
toward it.
She flung her arms around the leopard as it
rose up, massive body almost knocking her to
the ground. “Well met, my friend,” was all
Aelin could manage to say as she embraced
Lysandra.
A horn blared from the city—a frantic call
for help.
Aelin and Lysandra whirled toward Orynth.
Toward the three siege towers against the
walls by the southern gate.
Emerald eyes met those of turquoise and
gold. Lysandra’s tail bobbed.
Aelin grinned. “Shall we?”
He had to get to her side again.
A battlefield separating them, Rowan
slaughtered his way toward Aelin, Fenrys and