““Rowan shook his head. “I don’t know whether to throttle you or clap you on the back.” “I think there’s a long line of people who feel the same way.” She scanned the sewer-turned-charnel-house. “I needed Lorcan’s eyes elsewhere tonight and tomorrow. And I needed to know whether these Wyrdhounds could be killed.” “Why?” He saw too much. Slowly, she met his gaze. “Because I’m going to use their beloved sewer entrance to get into the castle—and blow up the clock tower right from under them.” Rowan let out a low, wicked chuckle. “That’s how you’re going to free magic. Once Lorcan kills the last of the Wyrdhounds, you’re going in.” “He really should have killed me, considering the world of trouble that’s now hunting him through this city.” Rowan bared his teeth in a feral smile. “He had it coming””
