The bridge—this bridge that she and Chaol had selected for this purpose, for this one moment at the apex of the solstice—was smack in the middle of it. The light hit her, and it filled her heart with the force of an exploding star. With a roar, the Valg prince sent a wave of ice for her, spears and lances aimed at her chest. So Aelin flung her hands out toward the prince, toward her friend, and hurled her magic at him with everything she had.
