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rushing into my tent with his various pressing
matters. I could barely convince him to sit
still long enough to eat.”
Manon discarded the kernel of information.
Ironteeth didn’t have fathers. Only their
mothers and mothers’ mothers. It had always
been that way. Even if it was an effort to keep
her questions about him at bay. How he’d met
Lothian Blackbeak, what had prompted them
to set aside their ancient hatred.
“What would it take—to win the Crochans
over? To join us in war?”
Glennis adjusted her cape in the mirror.
“Only a Crochan Queen may ignite the Flame
of War, to summon every witch from her
hearth.”
Manon blinked at the frank answer. “The
Flame of War?”
Glennis jerked her chin toward the tent
flaps, to the fire pit beyond. “Every Crochan