Lysandra drifted to the window, monitoring the bay. Like she could see that ripple Aelin had sent out into the world. The shifter had told Aedion by now—of why they had truly gone to Ilium. Not only to see Brannon, not only to save its people … but for this. She and the shifter had hatched the plan during the long night watches together on the road, considering all pitfalls and benefits. Dorian strolled in ten minutes later, his eyes going straight to Aelin. He’d felt it, too.
