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Keep, wearing her enemy’s cloak as a trophy?
But Manon asked, “When do you head to
Eyllwe?”
“Tomorrow. Those who were the most
gravely wounded in the skirmish have healed
enough to travel—or survive here on their
own.”
Manon’s gut tightened, but she shut out the
regret.
Glennis extended one of the brooms to
Manon, its base bound with ordinary metal
threads. “Do you fly south with us?”
Manon took the broom, the wood zinging
against her hand. The wind whispered at her
ear of the fast, wicked current between the
peaks above.
She and the Thirteen had already decided
days ago. If south was where the Crochans
went, then south was where they would go.
Even if each passing day might spell doom for