Kingdom of Ash

flying to Aelin. Wherever she was.
He had to get to her. Had to find Fenrys
and Lorcan and find her. Before it was too
late.
But as the night fell, as he freed a dagger
and lifted it to the sealed wound in his
shoulder, Rowan knew it might already be.
Even though the gods were now gone,
Rowan still found himself praying. Through
the agony as he ripped open his shoulder, he
prayed. That he might reach Aelin in time.
They had survived this long, against all
odds and in defiance of ancient prophecies.
Rowan dug his knife in deeper, seeking the
iron shard wedged within.
Hurry—he had to hurry.