Aelin grabbed the poker, planted her heels, and drove the rod upward. It strained against the heated links in the chain, and she shoved and shoved her feet downward, her arms buckling. Cairn and Fenrys rolled, and Aelin gritted her teeth, bellowing. The chain between her legs snapped. It was all she needed. She scrambled to her feet, but halted. Fenrys, pinned by Cairn, met her gaze. Snarled in warning and command. Run. Cairn whipped his head toward her. Toward the chain hanging free between her ankles. “You—” But Fenrys surged up, his jaws clamping around Cairn’s shoulder. Cairn shouted,
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