“It’s likely a pass-through to a larger
cavern,” Lorcan murmured, as if he could see
that fear on her face, too. Or scent it.
Elide didn’t bother responding. But she
couldn’t help the flicker of gratitude.
They continued on into the ancient, silent
darkness, and no one spoke for a while after
that.
The collar had not been real.
But the army Maeve had summoned was.
And Dorian, Manon with him, was in
pursuit of the final Wyrdkey. Should he attain
it from Erawan himself, wherever the Valg
king stored it, should he gain possession of all
three ...
The lapping of the river against their boat
was the only sound, had been the only sound
for a while.
Gavriel kept his watch at the prow, Lorcan