“I’ve risked much coming here tonight.” Celaena, despite herself, took a step away. “Risked?” “I cannot stay here long—and neither can you,” said the queen. What sort of absurd dream was this? “They are distracted for now, but …” Elena Havilliard looked at her husband’s sarcophagus. Celaena’s head ached. Was Gavin Havilliard distracting something above? “Who needs distracting?” “The eight guardians; you know of whom I speak.” Celaena stared at her blankly, but then understood. “The gargoyles on the clock tower?” The queen nodded. “They guard the portal between our worlds. We have managed to
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