The smallest of their concerns. For nearby,
slaughtering their way closer—those were
ilken.
Silba save them all.
Chaol saw her first. His eyes flared with
pure terror. “Get back to the castle.”
Yrene did no such thing. And as Dorian
turned, she said to the king, “We have need of
you, Your Majesty.”
Chaol shoved from the wall, his limp deep.
“Get back to the castle.”
Yrene ignored him again. So did Dorian as
the king gutted the Valg before him, shoved
the demon over the wall, and hurried to Yrene.
“What is it?”
Elide pointed to the southern gate. To the
fire that flared amid the attacking darkness.
Dorian’s blood-splattered face drained of
color. “She has nothing left.”
“We know,” Elide said, her mouth
lily
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