Rua looked out at the melee. Soldiers in shining new Northern crests battled against soldiers wearing Eastern and old Northern insignia. But it was not the fae warriors who caught Rua’s eye. Dozens of blue cloaks whorled through the battle, brandishing swords, daggers, bows and arrows: the blue witches. She spotted the flash of Onyx Mallor’s silver hair. Rua knew in that moment that the blue witches had not come for Renwick—they had come for Mhenissa. They had come for her.
