“The land above is crawling with soldiers and spies. Going beneath them is the only way.” Elide stepped forward. “I will go.” She cut a cold glance toward Lorcan. “You can take your chances above, if you’re so disbelieving.” Lorcan’s jaw tightened, and a small part of Rowan relished seeing the delicate Lady of Perranth fillet the centuries-hardened warrior with a few words.
Elide is superior and I love her very much.
