She swallowed, and put a hand over her
heart. “Thank you for coming when I asked.
Thank you on behalf of Terrasen. I am in your
debt.”
“We were in your debt,” Ansel countered.
“I wasn’t,” Rolfe muttered.
Aelin flashed him a grin. “We’re going to
have fun, you and I.” She surveyed her allies,
worn and battle-weary, but still standing. All
of them still standing. “I think we’re going to
have a great deal of fun.”
At midday, Aelin found Manon in one of the
witches’ aeries, Abraxos staring out toward
the battlefield.
Bandages peppered his sides and wings.
And covered the former Wing Leader.
“Queen of the Crochans and the Ironteeth,”
Aelin said by way of greeting, letting out a
low whistle that had Manon turning slowly.