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reed-thin man with a hard face and hooked
nose. “That battle was against Maeve, not
Erawan. Would they have done the same
against their own kind? Witches are loyal unto
death, and craftier than foxes. Manon
Blackbeak and her cabal might very well have
played you for desperate fools and fed you the
wrong information.”
“Manon Blackbeak turned on her own
grandmother, the High Witch of the
Blackbeak Clan,” Aedion said, his voice
dropping to a dangerous growl. “I do not think
the iron splinters we found in her gut wound
were a lie.”
“Again,” Lord Sloane said, “these witches
are crafty. They’ll do anything.”
“The witch towers are real,” Lysandra said,
letting Aelin’s cool, unfazed voice fill the
tent. “I’m not going to waste my breath
proving their existence. Nor will I risk Orynth