Ironteeth against you.”
“I killed the Yellowlegs Matron.”
“You killed her, spared the Blueblood
witch, and your grandmother fled. That’s a
demoralizing defeat. Had you killed them all,
even killed just your grandmother and the
Yellowlegs Matron, it could have turned their
deaths into noble sacrifices on behalf of the
Ironteeth Clans.”
She nodded, her golden eyes settling on
him again with that preternatural clarity and
stillness. “I am sorry,” she said. “For how I
spoke when I learned of your plans to go to
Morath.”
He was stunned enough that he just
blinked. Stunned enough that humor was his
only shield as he said, “Seems like that
Crochan do-gooder behavior is rubbing off on
you, Manon.”
A half smile at that. “Mother help me if I
lily
(lily)
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