Kingdom of Ash

with them, waited. Letting them decide what
to do.
Letting Elide decide.
Lorcan’s grave face was frozen with rage,
his depthless eyes like frigid pools of night.
He said quietly, “You don’t need to go in
there.”
“We had you brought here,” Aelin said, her
own face the portrait of restrained wrath, “so
you could choose what to do with him. If you
wish to speak to him before we do.”
One look at the knives at Rowan’s and
Lorcan’s sides, at the way the queen’s fingers
curled, and Elide knew what their sort of
talking would include. “You mean to torture
him for information?” She didn’t dare meet
Aelin’s eyes.
“Before he receives what is due to him,”
Lorcan growled.
Elide glanced between the male she loved