CHAPTER 57

An hour before dawn, the keep and two armies
beyond it were stirring.
Rowan had barely slept, and instead lain
awake beside Aelin, listening to her breathing.
That the rest of them slumbered soundly was
testament to their exhaustion, though Lorcan
had not found them again. Rowan was willing
to bet it was by choice.
It was not fear or anticipation of battle that
had kept Rowan up—no, he’d slept well
enough during other wars. But rather the fact
that his mind would not stop looping him
from thought to thought to thought.