Aelin didn’t give Maeve time to react. Time to even turn her head as she grabbed Goldryn where it lay beside her and hurled it at the queen. It missed Maeve by an inch, the Valg queen twisting aside before the blade buried itself deep in the snow, steaming where it landed. Still burning. It was all Aelin needed. She lashed out, flame spearing into the world. But not for Maeve. It slammed into Rowan, into Fenrys and Lorcan. Struck their shoulders, hard and deep. Burning them. Branding them.
She’s trying to shock them back into reality! Smart girl!
