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The queen had been reckless before Cairn and
Maeve had worked on her for two months, but
it seemed she’d had any bit of common sense
flayed from her.
Lorcan refrained from saying that, though,
as he found himself and Elide alone in the
boat. Gavriel and Fenrys had gone after
Rowan and Aelin, their path marked only by
the fading gleam of blue light on the walls.
Not firelight. She hadn’t shown an ember
since they’d entered the cave.
Elide remained sitting across from him on
the left side of the boat, her back resting along
the curved edge. She had been silent these
past few minutes, watching the now-dark cave
mouth.
“Barrow-wights are nothing to fear if
you’re armed with magic,” Lorcan found
himself saying.