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The queen had stashed Mab’s crown in one
of their packs, as if it were no more than an
extra sword belt. She hadn’t spoken, and they
had not asked her any questions, either.
Instead, she’d spent these past few hours
sitting in the back of the boat, studying her
unmarked hands, occasionally peering into the
black waters beneath them. What she expected
to see beyond her own rippling reflection,
Elide didn’t want to know. The fell and
ancient creatures of these lands were too
numerous to count, and most not friendly
toward mortals.
Leaning against their pile of packs, Elide
glanced to her left. Lorcan had positioned
himself there, along the edge of the boat.
Closer to her than he’d sat in weeks.
Sensing her attention, his dark eyes slid to
her.
For long heartbeats, she let herself look at