He knocked back, and she lunged toward the tent flaps. He had more restraint than she’d estimated. He wouldn’t kill her, and what she’d done just now, provoking him— She’d barely made it out of her crouch when Cairn’s hands gripped her hair again. When he hurled her with all his strength against the chest of drawers. Aelin hit it with a crack that echoed through her body. Something in her side snapped and she cried out, the sound small and broken, as she collided with the floor.
