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know how, and had never bothered to learn.
You’re afraid.
Yes, she was. Of everything.
Glennis lowered her hand from Manon’s
shoulder. “May your path carry you safely
through war and back home at last.”
She didn’t feel like telling the crone there
was no home for her, or the Thirteen.
Glennis turned her face toward the sky,
sighing once.
Then her white brows narrowed. Her
nostrils flared.
Manon leapt to her feet.
“Run,” Glennis breathed. “Run now.”
Manon drew Wind-Cleaver and did no such
thing. “What is it.”
“They’re here.” How Glennis had scented
them on the wind, Manon didn’t care.
Not as three wyverns broke from the
clouds, spearing for their camp.