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Perranth fillet the centuries-hardened warrior
with a few words. “Considering the potential
pitfalls of the situation is wise.”
“We don’t have time to consider,” Rowan
cut in before Elide could voice the retort on
her tongue. “We need to keep moving.”
Gavriel stalked forward to study the
moored boat and what seemed to be bundles
of supplies on its sturdy planks. “How will we
navigate our way, though?”
“We’ll be escorted,” Aelin answered.
“And if they abandon us?” Lorcan
challenged.
Aelin leveled unfazed eyes upon him.
“Then you’ll have to find a way out, I
suppose.”
A hint—just a spark—of temper belied
those calm words.
There was nothing else to debate after that.
And they had little to pack. The others gave