Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)

by Sarah J. Maas

Fenrys and Cairn circled again, step after step. Wearing him out, wearing him down. Cairn knew the cost of severing the blood oath. Knew he had only to wait it out before Fenrys was dead. Fenrys knew it, too. He charged, teeth snapping for Cairn’s throat as his paws swiped for the male’s shins. Aelin grabbed the poker, planted her heels, and drove the rod upward. It strained against the heated links in the chain, and she shoved and shoved her feet downward, her arms buckling. Cairn and Fenrys rolled, and Aelin gritted her teeth, bellowing. The chain between her legs snapped. It was all she needed. She scrambled to her feet, but halted. Fenrys, pinned by Cairn, met her gaze. Snarled in warning and command. Run. Cairn whipped his head toward her. Toward the chain hanging free between her ankles. “You—” But Fenrys surged up, his jaws clamping around Cairn’s shoulder. Cairn shouted, arching, grabbing for Fenrys’s back. Fenrys met her stare again, ripping into Cairn’s shoulder even as the male shoved them into the edge of the table. Hammered Fenrys’s spine into the metal, hard enough that bone cracked. Run. Aelin did not hesitate. She sprinted for the tent flaps. And into the morning beyond.