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“And what are you going to do? Ask if
Aelin Galathynius has been strutting about
town? Ask if Maeve’s available for high tea?”
Lorcan’s snarl ripped through the air.
Elide didn’t back down for a heartbeat.
“I’m going to ask after Cairn.”
They all stilled. Rowan wasn’t entirely
certain he’d heard her correctly.
Elide steadily surveyed them. “Surely a
young, mortal woman is allowed to inquire
about a Fae male who jilted her.”
Lorcan went pale as the moon above them.
“Elide.” When she didn’t reply, Lorcan
whirled on Rowan. “We’ll scout, there’s
another way to—”
Elide only said to Rowan, “Find Cairn, and
we find Aelin. And learn if Maeve remains.”
Fear no longer bloomed in Elide’s eyes.
Not a trace remained in her scent.
So Rowan nodded, even as Lorcan tensed.