Kingdom of Ash

There was only one person who could.
Elide’s eyes landed on Yrene, the healer’s
face ashen as she watched Aelin.
The queen would never ask. Never ask that
of them, of Yrene.
But she might leave a path open. Should
they, should Yrene, wish to take it.
Noticing her stare, Yrene tore her attention
away from the battle. “What?”
Elide looked to Lysandra. Then to the city
walls, to the flash of ice and flame along
them.
She saw what they had to do.