““But then she started shouting—the same word again and again as Dorian tried to keep dragging her up the stairs. Fleetfoot. Chaol looked. In a dark shadow by the wall, Fleetfoot had been left behind, her leg too injured to run. The creature looked, too. And there was nothing he could do, absolutely nothing, as the creature whirled, grabbed Fleetfoot by her injured hind leg, and dragged her through the portal with it. There was nothing he could do, he realized, except run. Celaena’s scream was still echoing through the passageway as Chaol leapt off the stairs and hurtled through the misty portal after Fleetfoot.””
