stuffing itself up Rowan’s nose.
This would be it—today. Whether that
hope remained or fractured.
Already, the awakening sky revealed two
siege towers being hauled toward them. Right
to the wall. Far closer than Rowan had last
noted when flying overhead last night.
Morath, it seemed, had not been sleeping,
either.
The ruks would remain back with their own
army, driving Morath to the keep. To be
picked off here, one by one.
“We have minutes until that first tower
makes contact with the wall,” Gavriel
observed.
A scan of the battlements, the soldiers atop
them, revealed no sign of Aelin.
Lorcan indeed muttered, “Someone better
tell her to stop primping and get here.”
Rowan snarled in warning.
lily
(lily)
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