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kept up their honed bodies and instincts. “You
could be sparring with Lin right now.”
“I just watched Lin nearly knock Imogen’s
teeth down her throat. Forgive me if I’m in no
mood to get into the ring with her.”
Vesta arched an auburn brow. “No male
swaggering from you, then.”
“I like my teeth where they are.” He
sighed. “I’m trying to concentrate.”
None of the witches, even Manon, had
questioned why he practiced. He’d only
mentioned, nearly a week ago, that the spider
had made him wonder if he might be able to
shift, using his raw magic, and they’d
shrugged.
Their focus was on the Crochans. On the
trip to Eyllwe that would likely happen any
day now.
He hadn’t heard any mention of a war band
gathering, but if it could divide Morath’s