“Surely a young, mortal woman is allowed to inquire about a Fae male who jilted her.” Lorcan went pale as the moon above them. “Elide.” When she didn’t reply, Lorcan whirled on Rowan. “We’ll scout, there’s another way to—” Elide only said to Rowan, “Find Cairn, and we find Aelin. And learn if Maeve remains.” Fear no longer bloomed in Elide’s eyes. Not a trace remained in her scent. So Rowan nodded, even as Lorcan tensed. “Good hunting, Lady.”
