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captured a Valg prince—the strange collars
they found on him. The location: an outpost
leagues away. The collars: anyone’s for the
taking.
He didn’t bother to pray to the gods that
Maeve fell for it. That she didn’t send one of
her spies instead to retrieve the collars or
confirm their existence. A fool’s gamble, but
the only one they could make.
And as they scaled the steep southern
hillocks that would offer them a view of the
night-veiled city at last, Rowan’s heart
thundered in his chest. They might not have
Maeve’s cloaking abilities, but without the
blood oath, they could remain undetected.
Though Maeve’s eyes were everywhere,
her net of power spread far and wide across
this land. And so many others.
Their breathing was labored as they half
crawled to the highest of the wooded hills.