1564024802

“I need some way to pay for my expensive
tastes, don’t I?” Aelin drawled, weighing a
dagger in her hands.
But she hadn’t donned any armor yet, and
when Rowan gave her an inquiring glance,
Aelin jerked her chin toward him. “Head
upstairs—track down Lorcan and Gavriel. I’ll
find you soon.”
Her face was unreadable for once. Perhaps
she wanted a moment alone before battle. And
when Rowan tried to find any words in her
eyes, Aelin turned toward the shield she’d
claimed. As if contemplating it.
So Rowan and Fenrys headed upstairs,
Elide helping to haul their stolen gear. No one
stopped them. Not with the sky turning to
gray, and soldiers rushing to their positions on
the battlements.
Rowan and Fenrys didn’t have far to go.
They’d be stationed by the gates at the lower