CHAPTER 5

The commander in the alley had claimed his
latest orders had been dispatched from
Doranelle.
None of them knew whether to believe
him.
Sitting around a tiny fire in a dusty field on
the outskirts of a ramshackle city, the blood
long since washed from his hands, Lorcan
Salvaterre again mulled over the logic of it.
Had they somehow overlooked the simplest
option? For Maeve to have been in Doranelle
this entire time, hidden from her subjects?
But that commander had been lying filth.