Run.
Cairn whipped his head toward her. Toward
the chain hanging free between her ankles.
“You—”
But Fenrys surged up, his jaws clamping
around Cairn’s shoulder.
Cairn shouted, arching, grabbing for
Fenrys’s back.
Fenrys met her stare again, ripping into
Cairn’s shoulder even as the male shoved
them into the edge of the table. Hammered
Fenrys’s spine into the metal, hard enough
that bone cracked.
Run.
Aelin did not hesitate. She sprinted for the
tent flaps.
And into the morning beyond.
Half a mile to the center of the camp. To the
tent.