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pursuits.
Only Asterin remained in the shadows
nearby to guard her back as Manon asked
Bronwen, “What is it?”
She should have tried for pleasantries, for
diplomacy, but she didn’t. Couldn’t muster it.
Bronwen’s throat bobbed, as if choking on
the words. “You and your coven acted
honorably.”
“You doubted it, from the White Demon?”
“I did not think the Ironteeth bothered to
care for human lives.”
She didn’t know the half of it. Manon only
said, “My grandmother informed me that I am
no longer an Ironteeth witch, so it seems who
they do or do not care for no longer bears any
weight with me.” She kept walking toward the
trees where the Thirteen had vanished, and
Bronwen fell into step beside her. “It was the
least I could do,” Manon admitted.