Kingdom of Ash

But the bond in his chest glowed strong, fire-
bright.
Lorcan only pointed ahead. To the city
walls by the southern gate.
To the ghost leopard tearing through the
droves of Morath soldiers, spurts of flame
accompanying her as a golden-armored
warrior raced at her side.
To the three siege towers wreaking havoc
on the walls.
With the towers’ open sides, Rowan could
see everything as it unfolded.
Could see Aelin and Lysandra charge up
the ramp within, slicing and shredding
soldiers between them, level after level after
level. Where one missed a soldier, the other
felled him. Where one struck, the other
guarded.
All the way up, to the small catapult near
its top.