Kingdom of Ash

their to-kill list. A witch every Crochan was to
slay on sight. That fact alone said they didn’t
know what she was to them.
Yet her half sister had figured it out. And
then Manon had slit her throat.
Manon Kin Slayer, her grandmother had
taunted. The Matron had likely relished every
Crochan heart that Manon had brought to her
at Blackbeak Keep over the past hundred
years.
Manon closed her eyes, listening to the
hollow song of the wind.
Behind them, Abraxos let out an impatient,
hungry whine. Yes, they were all hungry these
days.
“We will follow you, Manon,” Asterin said
softly.
Manon turned to her cousin. “Do I deserve
that honor?”
Asterin’s mouth pressed into a tight line.