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this time.”
There was doubt in Cresseida’s blue eyes.
As if she’d realized what the other two
Matrons had not.
There—it was there that Manon would
strike first. The one who now wondered if
they had somehow made a grave mistake in
coming here.
A mistake that would cost them what they
had come to protect.
A mistake that would cost them this war.
And their lives.
For Cresseida saw the steadiness of
Manon’s breathing. Saw the clear conviction
in her eyes. Saw the lack of fear in her heart
as Manon advanced another step.
Manon smiled at the Blueblood Matron as
if to say yes.
“You did not kill me then,” Manon said to
her grandmother. “I do not think you will be