Rowan crouched at the edge of the camp. Beyond the murmuring of the warriors, it was quiet. Too quiet. But the pain he felt in his bones had not lessened.
Hold on, Aelin, he tried to channel through the bond.
It was midday, just after lunch hour, the time when sentries would be full and sleepy, their alertness diminished.
Lorcan and Gavriel were murmuring quietly, but looked up when he walked back to where they sat.
"We need a plan." Taking their silence as an invitation to continue, he said, "First thing, Elide, you're staying here." She looked like she was about to protest, but nodded, knowing that she would only hold back the three Fae males.
Then Rowan lifted a stick, and drawing the circle of the army camp in the dirt, they began to prepare to rescue their Queen.