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“She’s summoned most of her forces,”
Gavriel breathed, wind whipping his hair
across his face.
Rowan counted the campfires covering the
dark terrain like a blanket of stars. He’d never
seen such a Fae host assembled. The ones he
and the cadre had led into war didn’t come
close.
Aelin could be anywhere in that force. In
the camps, or in the city itself.
They’d have to be clever. Cunning. And if
Maeve had not fallen for their diversion ...
“She brought an army to keep us out?”
Elide asked.
Lorcan glanced at Rowan, his dark eyes
full of warning. “Or to keep Aelin in.”
Rowan surveyed the encamped army. What
did those dwelling in Doranelle, who rarely
saw any sort of forces beyond the warriors
who sometimes stalked through their city,