““The clock struck six just as Chaol positioned himself, after making sure two more of his men were waiting down a narrow alley. Just as the guards finally cleared away the body of the first prisoner and dragged forward the second. The man was sobbing, begging them as he was forced to kneel in the puddle of his friend’s blood. The executioner lifted his ax. And a dagger, courtesy of Aelin Galathynius, went clean through the executioner’s throat.””
