None of them spoke as they scanned the column-lined building that housed the queen’s private quarters. And their own suites. No lights burned within. “It doesn’t confirm anything,” Lorcan said. “Whether Maeve left, or if Aelin remains.” Rowan listened to the wind, scented it, but felt nothing. “The only way to confirm either is to go into the city.” “Are those two bridges the only way in?” Elide frowned toward the twin stone bridges on the southern and northern sides of Doranelle. Both open, both visible for miles around. “Yes,” Lorcan said, his voice tight.
