She knew they would have stopped. Even Rowan would have stopped to let her rest. But every time they paused, Elide saw that iron box. Saw the whip, shining with blood, as it cracked through the air. Heard Aelin’s screaming. She’d gone so Elide wouldn’t be taken. Had not hesitated to offer herself in Elide’s stead. The thought alone kept Elide astride her mare.
