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Rowan bared his teeth, his breathing
roughening. Lorcan and Gavriel would be
waiting for the signal, a flare of his magic,
when he got far enough into the camp.
Now, Prince.
He knew that voice, had felt its warmth.
And if the Lady of Light herself whispered at
his ear ...
Rowan didn’t give himself time to
consider, to rage at the goddess who urged
him to act but would gladly sacrifice his mate
to the Lock.
So Rowan steeled himself, willing ice into
his veins.
Calm. Precise. Deadly.
Every swing of his blades, every blast of
his power, had to count.
Rowan speared his magic toward the camp
entrance.
The guards grabbed for their throats, feeble