“What other armada,” Chaol forced himself to ask. Hasar shrugged, walking from the room. “Turns out, Aelin called in a debt. To the Silent Assassins of the Red Desert.” Chaol’s eyes burned. “And to Wendlyn.” His hands began shaking. “How many ships,” he breathed. “All of them,” Hasar said, hand on the door. “All of Wendlyn’s armada came, commanded by Crown Prince Galan himself.”
