“Last I heard, your master was dead and you sold the Guild to his underlings. You’re a free woman. What are you doing in my city?” Aelin met his sea-green eyes with an irreverence that Dorian wondered if she had been born with or had honed through skill and blood and adventure. “War is coming, Rolfe. Am I not allowed to weigh my options? I thought to see what you planned to do.” Rolfe looked over his broad shoulder at Dorian. “Rumor has it she was your Champion this fall. Do you wish to deal with this?” Dorian said smoothly, “You will find, Rolfe, that one does not deal with Celaena
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