““That one—I bet she’s the Wing Leader,” Rowan said, pointing now to the women gathered at the edge of the meadow. Not women. Witches. They were all young and beautiful, with hair and skin of every shade and color. But even from the distance, she picked out the one Rowan had pointed to. Her hair was like living moonlight, her eyes like burnished gold. She was the most beautiful person Aelin had ever seen. And the most horrifying.””
