CHAPTER 52

The Crochans had returned to their camp in
the Fangs and waited.
Manon and the Thirteen dismounted from
the wyverns. Something churned in her gut
with each step toward Glennis’s fire. The strip
of red fabric at the end of her braid became a
millstone, weighing her head down.
They were almost to Glennis’s hearth when
Bronwen fell into step beside Manon.
Asterin and Sorrel, trailing behind, tensed,
but neither interfered. Especially not as
Bronwen asked, “What happened?”
Manon glanced sidelong at her cousin. “I