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females. So Elide bowed her head. “Th-thank
you.”
She backed away before the females could
say more, and made a good show of waiting
by the fountain for five minutes. Fifteen. The
clock on the square struck the hour, and she
knew they were still watching as she did her
best attempt at a dejected walk to the other
entrance to the square.
She kept it up for a few blocks, wandering
with no direction, until she ducked into a
narrow pass-through and heaved a breath.
Maeve was not in Doranelle. How long
would that remain true?
She had to find Cairn—swiftly. Had to
make her next performance count.
She’d need to be less pathetic, less needy,
less weepy. Perhaps she’d added too much
redness around her eyes.
Elide fished out the mirror. Swiping her