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“No.”
Lorcan’s reply was a knife in the dark.
Elide said to him, cool and unfazed,
“You’re not my commander. You’re not in my
court.”
She turned to Rowan. But he was.
He outranked her. Rowan tried not to
recoil. Aelin had laid this upon him.
Lorcan hissed, “She doesn’t know the city
layout, doesn’t know how to handle the guards
—”
“Then we teach her,” Gavriel cut in.
“Tonight. We teach her what we know.”
Lorcan bared his teeth. “If Maeve remains
in Doranelle, she will sniff her out.”
“She won’t,” Elide said.
“She found you on that beach,” Lorcan
snapped.
Elide lifted her chin. “I am going into that
city tomorrow.”