“Never underestimate the power of
breaking a few bones,” Lorcan countered.
“See what you can get out of him,” Rowan
said to her instead. Lorcan whirled, mouth
opening, but Rowan snarled, “We can decide,
here and now, what we wish to be as a court.
Do we act like our enemies? Or do we find
alternative methods to break them?”
Her mate met her stare, understanding
shining there.
Lorcan still seemed ready to argue.
Above the phantom sting of chains on her
wrists, the weight of a mask on her face, Aelin
said, “We do it my way first. You can still kill
him, but we try my way first.” When Lorcan
didn’t object, she said, “We need some ale.”
Aelin slid the tankard of chilled ale across the
table to where Vernon now sat, chains
loosened enough for him to use his hands.