Chapter 41

• The crooks' hideaway spread inside a thick brush, their stopgap camp settled underneath the protecting shade of transcending trees. The glinting fire enlightened the clearing, projecting a frightful sparkle over the indiscriminate course of action of tents and stopgap covers. Shadows moved and played across the unpleasant slashed walls, giving the camp a practically strange, extraordinary quality.
• We squatted in the underbrush, our eyes fixed on the camp as we planned our methodology. Jason's look was steadfast, his psyche working out the best strategy. "We'll have to separate," he mumbled, his voice a low, consistent thunder. "Rhysand, you and I will come nearer from the east. Gwen, you take the western flank."
• I gestured, my heart pulsating in time with the weightiness of the circumstance. We expected to safeguard Sarah, to bring her back securely, and we were ready to do anything it took to achieve that.