“Aelin,” Rowan snapped, and she looked over her shoulder at him. “Get inside the gates.” But she slung her bow across her back, and when she raised her hand, it was consumed with fire. “In the woods that night, it balked from the flame.” “To use it, you’ll have to get outside the barrier, or it’ll just rebound against the walls.” “I know,” she said quietly. “The last time, you took one look at that thing and fell under its spell.” The darkness lashed again. “It won’t be like last time,” she said, eyes on Narrok, on his three creatures.
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