“I won’t be his prisoner again.” Aelin tried to shut out what he’d meant by it. But Manon said from the wall above them, an arrow now nocked loosely in her bow, “If it comes to that, princeling, I’ll kill you before they can.” Aelin hissed, “You will do no such thing.” Both of them ignored her as Dorian said, “Thank you.” “None of you are being taken prisoner,” Aelin growled, and walked away.
