Aelin didn’t hesitate. She rammed her head
upward and slammed her masked face into
Cairn’s head.
He knocked back, and she lunged toward
the tent flaps.
He had more restraint than she’d estimated.
He wouldn’t kill her, and what she’d done
just now, provoking him—
She’d barely made it out of her crouch
when Cairn’s hands gripped her hair again.
When he hurled her with all his strength
against the chest of drawers.
Aelin hit it with a crack that echoed
through her body.
Something in her side snapped and she
cried out, the sound small and broken, as she
collided with the floor.
Fenrys had seen his twin drive a knife through
his heart. Had watched Connall bleed out onto