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way to demonstrate trust: to eat their food.
Accept it.
So Manon did, devouring a few bites
before Dorian followed her lead and did the
same. When they were both eating, Glennis
sat on a stone and sighed. “It’s been over five
hundred years since an Ironteeth witch and a
Crochan shared a meal. Since they sought to
exchange words in peace. Interrupted,
perhaps, only by your mother and father.”
“I suppose so,” Manon said mildly, pausing
her eating.
The crone’s mouth twitched toward a
smile, despite the battle, the draining night. “I
was your father’s grandmother,” she clarified
at last. “I myself bore your grandfather, who
mated a Crochan Queen before she died
giving birth to your father.”
Another thing they’d inherited from the
Fae: their difficulty conceiving and the deadly