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Aedion shook his head, no doubt already
anticipating this. “It announces to Erawan that
we’re on the run, and spreads us too far from
any potential allies from the South.”
“In Orynth,” said Lord Gunnar, older and
grayer than Darrow and twice as mean, “we
have walls that can withstand catapults.”
“If they bring those witch towers,” Ren
Allsbrook cut in, “then even Orynth’s walls
will crumble.”
“We have yet to see evidence of those
witch towers,” Darrow countered. “Beyond
the word of an enemy.”
“An enemy turned ally,” Aelin—Lysandra
—said. Darrow cut her a distasteful stare.
“Manon Blackbeak did not lie. Nor were her
Thirteen aligned with Morath when they
fought alongside us.”
A nod from the Fae royals, from Ansel.
“Against Maeve,” sneered Lord Sloane, a