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her to slaughter in the Omega.
Manon kept her chin up, even as her golden
eyes flickered. “Rhiannon didn’t make it out
of the Ferian Gap.”
“Bitch,” a witch snarled, others echoing it.
Manon ignored it and asked the ancient
Crochan, “You knew her, then?”
The witches fell silent.
The crone inclined her head, that sorrow
filling her eyes once more. Dorian didn’t need
Damaris’s confirming warmth to know her
next words were true. “I was her great-
grandmother.” Even the whipping wind
quieted. “As I am yours.”