twisting, she swung it into the final siege
tower.
Sending it crashing to the ground. Right
onto a horde of Morath soldiers trying to
batter their way through the southern gate.
Wide-eyed, the three Fae warriors blinked.
“That’s where Aelin is,” was all Fenrys
said.
Salkhi remained airborne. So did Sartaq,
Kadara with him.
That was all Nesryn knew, all she cared
about, as they took on wyvern after wyvern
after wyvern.
They were so much worse in battle than
she’d anticipated. As swift and fearless as the
ruks might be, the wyverns had the bulk. The
poisoned barbs in their tails. And soulless
riders who weren’t afraid to destroy their
mounts if it meant bringing down a ruk with