Kingdom of Ash

He’d spat in Lorcan’s face before they’d
ended it.
The other commander they’d found today,
however, after a week of hunting him down at
the nearest seaport, had claimed he’d received
orders from a distant kingdom they’d
searched three weeks ago. In the opposite
direction of Doranelle.
Lorcan toed at the dirt.
None of them had felt like speaking since
the commander this afternoon had
contradicted the first’s claim.
“Doranelle is Maeve’s stronghold,” Elide
said at last, her steady voice filling the heavy
quiet. “Simple as it is, it would make sense
for her to bring Aelin there.”
Whitethorn only stared into the fire. He
hadn’t washed the blood from his dark gray
jacket.
“It would be impossible, even for Maeve,