“T need some way to pay for my expensive tastes, don’t I?” Aelin drawled, weighing a dagger in her hands. But she hadn’t donned any armor yet, and when Rowan gave her an inquiring glance, Aelin jerked her chin toward him. “Head upstairs—track down Lorcan and Gavriel. I'll find you soon.” Her face was unreadable for once. Perhaps she wanted a moment al before battle. And when Rowan tried to find any words in her eyes, Aelin turned toward the shield she’d claimed. As if contemplating it. So Rowan and Fenrys headed upstairs, Elide helping to haul their stolen gear. No stopped them. Not with the sky turning to gray, and soldiers rushing to their positions on the battlements. Rowan and Fenrys didn’t have far to go. They’d be statid by the gates at the lower