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arrive, and then we’re attacked?”
“They fought with us, not against us,”
Glennis said. She turned to Manon. “Do you
swear it?”
Manon’s golden eyes glowed in the
firelight. “I swear it. I did not lead them
here.”
Glennis nodded, but Dorian stared at
Manon.
Damaris had gone cold as ice. So cold the
golden hilt bit into his skin.
Glennis, somehow satisfied, nodded again.
“Then we shall talk—later.”
Bronwen spat on the bloody ground and
prowled off.
A lie. Manon had lied.
She arched a brow at him, but Dorian
turned away. Let the knowledge settle into
him. What she’d done.
Thus began a series of orders and