She’d reminded Rowan each time he flashed his teeth that there were eyes in every kingdom, every land. And if word got out that a group of Fae warriors was terrorizing cities in their search for Maeve, surely it would get back to the Fae Queen in no time. Night had fallen, and in the rolling golden hills beyond the city walls, bonfires had kindled. Rowan had finally stopped growling at the sight. As if they had tugged on some thread of memory, of pain. But then they’d passed by a group of Fae soldiers out drinking and Rowan had gone still. Had sized the warriors up in that cold, calculating
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