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"Maeve is capable of worming her way into a person's mind," Rowan said. "She likely knows who our allies are and might have already compromised them." He braced a hand on Goldryn's hilt, the warm metal a comforting touch. "We don't risk it."

Lorcan grunted his agreement.

Elide said, "Maeve doesn't know me or barely does. No one here would recognize me, especially if I can ... adjust my appearance. Like I did with spreading those lies about the Valg prince. I could try to get into the city tomorrow and see if there's anything to learn."

"No."

Lorcan's reply was a knife in the dark.

Elide said to him, cool and unfazed, "You're not my commander. You're not in my court."

She turned to Rowan. But he was.

He outranked her. Rowan tried not to recoil. Aelin had laid this upon him.

Lorcan hissed, "She doesn't know the city layout, doesn't know how to handle the guards

"Then we teach her," Gavriel cut in. "Tonight. We teach her what we know."

Lorcan bared his teeth. "If Maeve remains in Doranelle, she will sniff her out."

"She won't," Elide said.

"She found you on that beach," Lorcan snapped.

Elide lifted her chin. "I am going into that city tomorrow."

"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.

"Good hunting, Lady."

#Chapter 21 #Kingdom of Ash #Sarah J. Mass #Rowan Whitethorn #no spoilers please #first read #read with me #read along #notes and annotations in the tags - cause the lines - like: Fear no longer bloomed in Elide's eyes. — Maeve can worm her way in as a Valg #Rowan knew every path traveled and hidden into Doranelle. Both the lush kingdom and the sprawling city it had been named after.#Aelin had not broken yet. He knew it had felt it. It would likely be driving Maeve mad. — when she says I never broke and he says I know #and then his heart breaks knowing that she thought he thought she did #because Maeve would literally rather fight a demon than an Aelin that’s how strong our girl is #A fool's gamble but the only one they could make. — a fool for her #what do you mean Maeve’s cloaking ability’s and why does night curled sound like Mistward and how’s Emrys by the way #She was here. She'd been here the entire time. If they'd come directly to Doranelle- — Elide had known #Under the sliver of a moon the gray-stoned city was bathed in white wreathed in mist from the surrounding rivers and waterfalls.#where they’d once been in HoF last with the same prayers #Home. Or it had been.#For centuries they had known these people lived amongst them. Called them friends.#But were any aware who was held in their midst? Had they heard her screams? — Rowan your literally breaking my heart #His mountains. The place he'd once called home where that mountain house had stood until it had been burned.#and then he married the living matches girl #Aelin was down there. In that city. He knew it could feel it. — AGONY *hey google play AGONY*#The idea was abhorrent. Sleeping while Aelin was mere miles away. His ears strained as if he might pick up her screams on the wind. MY HEART #like a blanket of stars. — to keep her safe —to keep them from getting in — to keep her from getting out — Maeve at least knows she’s strong #They'd have to be clever. Cunning. — good thing that’s Elide’s Anniethblessed specialty #especially in the wake of the House of Whitethorn's betrayal in Eyllwe? — house of Whitethorn TERRASEN NOW YALL #You're not my commander. You're not in my court. She turned to Rowan. But he was. — Oh damn lady of Perranth #Ask if Aelin Galathynius has been strutting about town? Ask if Maeve's available for high tea? — YES — good hunting lady — Deanna?

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