They would not all go in, all go out. Rowan would break into the eastern camp, taking the southernmost entrance. Gavriel and Lorcan would be waiting for his signal near the east entrance, hidden in the forest just beyond the rolling, grassy hills on that side of the camp. Ready to unleash hell when he sent a flare of his magic, diverting soldiers to their side while Rowan made his run for Aelin. Elide would wait for them farther in that forest. Or flee, if things went badly. She’d protested, but even Gavriel had told her that she was mortal. Untrained. And what she’d done today … Rowan didn’t
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