him. “Akkadia’s border is a three-day ride
from here. Its capital three days beyond that.
Doranelle is over two weeks away, if we
travel with little rest.”
And time was not on their side. With the
Wyrdkeys, with Erawan, with the war surely
unleashing itself back on Elide’s own
continent, every delay came at a cost. Not to
mention what each day undoubtedly brought
upon the Queen of Terrasen.
Elide opened her mouth, but Lorcan cut her
off. “And then, to arrive in Maeve’s
stronghold exhausted and hungry ... We won’t
stand a chance. Not to mention that with the
veiling she can wield, we might very well
walk right past Aelin and never know it.”
Elide’s nostrils flared, but she turned to
Rowan. “The call is yours, Prince.”
Not just a prince, not anymore. Consort to
the Queen of Terrasen.
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