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

by Sarah J. Maas

But the dark-haired Crochan who’d first intercepted them stormed at Manon, her sword out. “You did this.” Dorian gripped Damaris, but made no move to draw it. Not while Manon didn’t back down. “Saved your asses? Yes, I’d say we did.” The witch seethed. “You led them here.” “Bronwen,” Glennis warned, wiping blue blood from her face. The young witch—Bronwen—bristled. “You think it mere coincidence that they arrive, and then we’re attacked?” “They fought with us, not against us,” Glennis said. She turned to Manon. “Do you swear it?” Manon’s golden eyes glowed in the firelight. “I swear it. I did not lead them here.” Glennis nodded, but Dorian stared at Manon. Damaris had gone cold as ice. So cold the golden hilt bit into his skin.