Aelin met Elide’s wide-eyed stare, Lorcan savagely satisfied at her side. “It won’t be quick this way,” Aelin said, extending the key to Elide. The rest of the question hung there. Vernon kept screaming, pleading for them to come back, to unchain him. Elide studied the sealed door. The desperate man behind it. The Lady of Perranth took the outstretched key. Pocketed it. “We should find a better way to seal that room.”
This is some Cask of Amantillado shit here
