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Aedion reached the planks

Rolfe let go of Lysandra, offering her his cloak completely As the shifter wrapped it around herself, he said, "You looked like you were in need of a rescue"

Aedion only eloved hands "I assuood for so" Rolfe smirked "Ravi and Sol of Suria intercepted us near the northern border," he adht be in trouble--and sent us this way" He ran a hand through his hair "They re the coast If Morath attacks froh ships to stand a chance I told them that, and they still ordered htened "So here I a the quick sailing to the other side of the river "Thank you," he breathed And thank the gods for Ravi and Sol

Rolfe shook his head, gazing toward the"We surprised the"

Lysandra stepped to Rolfe’s side Aedion tried not to cringe at the sight of her bare feet and legs, her uncovered shoulders, as the bitter wind off the river bit at theet to Orynth and behind its walls Froroup"

"I can’t carry your entire ar to the soldiers massed on the far shore "But I can bear you there now, if you would like to arrive in advance to prepare" The Pirate Lord studied the shore, as if looking for someone "She’s not here, is she"

Lysandra shook her head "No"

"Then we’ll make do," was all Rolfe said, the portrait of cool coreen eyes slid to where Ansel of Briarcliff stood at the ship’s rail, staring toward the field of heads left in the snow

None of the on the deck, and bowed her head

Aedion murmured, "Let me send word to our troops to march to Orynth, and then we’ll sail for the city"

"I’ll do it," Lysandra said, not looking at hi to the planks, she shifted into a falcon and aiboat They exchanged only a feords before Kyllian turned toward Aedion and lifted a hand in farewell

Aedion raised one in answer, and then Lysandra shifted again When she landed on the ship, returning to her hu up the cloak, it was to Ansel that she walked

In silence, the shifter laid a hand on the queen’s arlance up

Aedion asked Rolfe, "How many of those firelances do you have?"

The Pirate Lord drew his gaze frohtened "Not enough to outlast a siege"

And even the firelances would do nothing, absolutely nothing, once the witch towers reached Orynth’s walls

CHAPTER 64

Hours later, Yrene was still shaking

At the disaster they’d narrowly avoided, at the deaths she’d witnessed before that wave had struck, at the power of the queen on the plain The power of the prince who had prevented the ensuing steaht in its path

Yrene had thrown herself back into healing during the chaos since Had left the royals and their commanders to oversee the aftermath, and had returned to the Great Hall Healers drifted onto the battlefield, searching for those in need of help

All of thele person in the keep or the skies or on the battlefield, kept glancing toward the now-eap between two mountain peaks Toward the flooded, decimated city, and the demarcation line between life and death Water and debris had destroyedtoward the Silver Lake

A vision of ould have been left of them, were it not for Aelin Galathynius

Yrene knelt over a ruk rider, the woman’s chest slashed open fro hands

Magic, clean and bright, flowed fro torn skin and muscle The blood loss would take time to recover from--but the woman had not lost soits levels

She needed to rest soon For a few hours

She’d been asked to inspect the queen when she’d been carried in to a private chamber by Prince Rowan, the two of them borne off the plain by Nesryn Yrene hadn’t been able to stop her hands fro as she’d hovered them over Aelin’s unconscious body