CHAPTER 110

Her name was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn
Galathynius.
And she would not be afraid.
Maeve and Erawan halted. So did the army
poised behind them, a final blow of the
hammer, ready to land upon Orynth.
The magic in her veins was little more than
a sputtering ember.
But they did not know that.
Her shaking hands threatened to drop her
weapons, but she held firm. Held fast.
Not one more step.
Not one more step toward Orynth would