Soldiers screamed, some leaping from the
tower as Lysandra shredded into them.
While Aelin threw herself at the rungs
lining the catapult’s wheeled base, and began
pushing.
Turning it. Away from Orynth, from the
castle. Precisely as Aelin had told him Sam
Cortland had done in Skull’s Bay, the
catapult’s mechanisms allowed her to rotate
its base. Rowan wondered if the young
assassin was smiling now—smiling to see her
heaving the catapult into position.
All the way to the siege tower at its left.
On the second tower, a red-haired figure
had fought her way onto the upper level. And
was turning the catapult toward the third and
final tower.
Ansel of Briarcliff.
A flash of Ansel’s sword, and the catapult
snapped, hurling the boulder it contained. Just
lily
(lily)
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