eyes around her, Manon could see that for
herself.
“I’d expected at least some,” Vesta
groused, “from the Ferian Gap to join us.”
“They don’t understand,” Ghislaine said.
“What we even offered them.”
Freedom—freedom from the Matrons who
had forged them into tools of destruction.
“A waste,” Asterin grumbled. Even the
green-eyed demon twins nodded.
Silence fell again. Despite their clear eyes,
her Thirteen were well aware of the
limitations of five thousand Crochans against
the Ironteeth, and the army beneath it.
So Manon said, looking them each in the
eye, “I would rather fly with you than with ten
thousand Ironteeth at my side.” She smiled
slightly. “Tomorrow, we will show them
why.”
Her coven grinned, wicked and defiant, and
lily
(lily)
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