Then Aelin was upon Manon Blackbeak, and the witch lifted hate-filled eyes to her. Aelin hauled off stone after stone from her body, the island beneath them buckling. “You’re too good a fighter to kill,” Aelin breathed, hooking an arm under Manon’s shoulders and hauling her up. The rock swayed to the left—but held. Oh, gods. “If I die because of you, I’ll beat the shit out of you in hell.” She could have sworn the witch let out a broken laugh as she got to her feet, nearly a dead weight in Aelin’s arms. “You—should let me die,” Manon rasped as they limped over the rubble. “I know, I know,”
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