Rowan found another foothold before turning to assist her. “You don’t need to go into the city. We’ll decide on the escape route and you can meet us there.” When Elide didn’t answer, Rowan looked up at her. Her eyes weren’t on him. But on the city ahead. Wide with terror. Her scent became drenched in it. Lorcan was there in a heartbeat, hand at her shoulder. “What is—” Rowan twisted toward the city. The hilltop had been a border. Not of the city limits, but of an illusion. A pretty, idyllic illusion for any scouting its fringes to report. For what now surrounded the city on every side, even on
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