Sarah J. Maas
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Within a day of the attack on the city this spring, Jesiba had cleared out the gallery—and the precious volumes that made up all that remained of the ancient Great Library of Parthos. With a silent prayer of thanks to the sun-priest and the god he served, Sofie lifted her mangled hand to the electrified fence. He shall be left alone with the others until the usual amount of time has passed. “Who gave the order?” Ithan demanded. But Pollux finally lowered Bryce to the ground, an arm wrapping around her middle as he grinned at Hunt.