“I have thousands of troops at my back. We’ve already purged the sídhe of the Sluagh patrols who’ve been giving you such trouble.” “They’re dead?” Seb asks. “How?” “They assumed only other Sluagh would carry torches.” “You tricked them,” I clarify. Something gleams in Roark’s gaze and I’m reminded of our weapons practices together and all the sneaky tricks he’d use to beat me before he could rely on his skill alone. “Once we heard the news, I decided total war would be too costly. It seemed smart to take them by surprise.”
