“And what are you going to do? Ask if Aelin Galathynius has been strutting about town? Ask if Maeve’s available for high tea?” Lorcan’s snarl ripped through the air. Elide didn’t back down for a heartbeat. “I’m going to ask after Cairn.” They all stilled. Rowan wasn’t entirely certain he’d heard her correctly. Elide steadily surveyed them. “Surely a young, mortal woman is allowed to inquire about a Fae male who jilted her.”
I love how smart Elide is!
