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“We mean you no harm,” Manon finally
said.
The witch snorted. “No threats from the
White Demon?”
Oh, she knew, then. Who Manon was, who
they all were.
“Or are the rumors true? That you broke
with your grandmother?” The witch brazenly
surveyed Manon from head to boot. A bolder
look than Manon usually allowed her enemies
to make. “Rumor also claims you were gutted
at her hand, but here you are. Hale and once
more hunting us. Perhaps the rumors about
your defection aren’t true, either.”
“She broke from her grandmother,” said
Dorian, sliding off Vesta’s wyvern and
prowling toward Abraxos. The Crochans
tensed, but made no move to attack. “I pulled
her from the sea months ago, when she lay
upon Death’s doorstep. Saw the iron shards