the bed, as regally as if she sat upon her
throne. “How do you think the Matrons knew
where to find you?”
“Cyrene was only at the camp for a day,”
he managed to say.
“Do you truly believe that there are no
other spiders, up there in the mountains? They
all answer to her, and to me. She needed only
whisper once, to the right ones, and they
found me. And found the Ironteeth.” Maeve
ran a hand along the lap of her gown.
“Whether Erawan knows of your gifts remains
to be seen. Before you killed her, Cyrene
certainly informed me that you were ...
different.”
He did not regret killing her one bit.
“But that is neither here nor there. Cyrene
is dead, and you are a long way from the arms
of Manon Blackbeak.”
Dorian braced a hand on Damaris’s hilt.
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