Aelin’s fingers curled in the ancient glass. “Think on it. Think on this night, Aelin.” Maeve snapped her fingers. “We’re done here.” Cairn’s hands wrapped around the chains. Her legs buckled, feet splitting open anew. She barely felt it, barely felt it through the rage and the sea of fire down deep, deep below. But as Cairn hauled her up, his savage hands roving, she struck. Two blows. A shard of glass plunged into the side of his neck. He staggered back, cursing as blood sprayed. Aelin whirled, glass ripping her soles apart, and hurled the shard in her other hand. Right at Maeve. It missed
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