Kingdom of Ash (Throne of Glass, #7)

by Sarah J. Maas

out. The Thirteen landed, splattered in blue and black blood. So different from Sorscha’s red blood—his own red blood. Then there were iron-tipped hands gripping his shoulders, and gold eyes glaring into his own. “Are you daft?” He only glanced to the Yellowlegs witch’s head, still feet away. Manon’s own gaze turned toward it. Her mouth tightened, then she let go of him and whirled to Glennis. “I’m sending out my Shadows to scout for others.” “Any enemy survivors?” Glennis scanned the empty skies. Whether his magic surprised them, shocked them, neither Glennis nor the Crochans rushing to tend to their wounded let on. “All dead,” Manon said. But the dark-haired Crochan who’d first intercepted them stormed at Manon, her sword out. “You did this.” Dorian gripped Damaris, but made no move to draw it. Not while Manon didn’t back down. “Saved your asses? Yes, I’d say we did.” The witch seethed. “You led them here.” “Bronwen,” Glennis warned, wiping blue blood from her face. The young witch—Bronwen—bristled. “You think it mere coincidence that they arrive, and then we’re attacked?” “They fought with us, not against us,” Glennis said. She turned to Manon. “Do you swear it?” Manon’s golden eyes glowed in the firelight. “I swear it. I did not lead them here.” Glennis nodded, but Dorian stared at Manon. Damaris had gone cold as ice. So cold the golden hilt bit into his skin. Glennis, somehow satisfied, nodded again. “Then we shall talk—later.” Bronwen spat on the bloody ground and pr...