“If you’re debating flying there right now,”
Lorcan growled, “then you’ll deserve
whatever misery comes of your stupidity.”
Rowan flashed his teeth, but Lorcan said, “We
all go in. We all go out.”
Elide nodded, in agreement for once.
Lorcan seemed to stiffen in surprise.
Rowan arrived at that conclusion, too,
because he crouched and plunged a knife into
the mossy earth. “This is Cairn’s tent,” he said
of the dagger, and fished for a nearby
pinecone. “This is the southern entrance to the
camp.”
And so they planned.
Rowan had parted from his companions an
hour ago, sending them to take up their
positions.
They would not all go in, all go out.
Rowan would break into the eastern camp,