“And then Nesta began screaming. Not in pain. But a name. Over and over.

'CASSIAN.'

Amren reached for her, but Nesta roared, 'CASSIAN!'

She scrambled to her feet as if she'd leap into the skies.

Her body lurched, and she went down, heaving again.

A figure shot from the Illyrian ranks, spearing for us, flapping hard, red Siphons blazing-”