Kingdom of Ash

And if they did not halt, if they did not stop
this, neither would.
He tried to move his head. Tried to tell her.
Stop.
His magic tore out of him, the Lock
drinking it down, a force not to be leashed. An
insatiable hunger that devoured them.
Stop. He tried to speak. Tried to pull back.
Aelin was sobbing now—sobbing through
her teeth.
Soon. Soon now, the Lock would take
everything. And that final destruction would
be the most brutal and painful of all.
Would the gods make them watch as they
claimed Elena’s soul? Would he even have the
chance, the ability, to try to help her, as he
had promised Gavin? He knew the answer.
Stop.
Stop.
“Stop.”