Kingdom of Ash

them.
Only to be halted by a shield of black wind.
Beaten aside.
Aelin and Rowan struck again, fast as an
asp. Arrows and spears of flame that had
Maeve conceding a step. Then another.
Lorcan battered her from the side, forcing
Maeve to retreat another step.
“I’d say,” Aelin panted, speaking above the
glorious roar of magic through her, the
unbreakable song of her and Rowan, “that you
haven’t wronged us the most at all.”
Like alternating punches, Lorcan struck
with them. Fire, then midnight death.
Maeve’s dark brows narrowed.
Aelin flung out a wall of flame that pushed
Maeve back another step. “But him—oh, he
has a score to settle with you.”
Maeve’s eyes went wide, and she made to
turn. But not fast enough.