way. She waved them over, her arm barking in
pain.
“You’re hurt,” Aedion growled.
Lysandra ignored him as the witches
stalked over, so much blood and gore on all of
them.
She asked Manon, “Will Abraxos live?”
A shallow nod, the Witch-Queen’s golden
eyes dull.
Lysandra didn’t have it in her for relief.
Not with the news she’d flown back so
desperately to deliver. She swallowed the bile
in her throat, then pointed to the battlefield.
To its dark, misty heart. “They have the witch
tower up again. It’s moving this way. I just
saw it myself. The witches have gathered atop
it.”
Absolute silence.
And as if in answer, the tower erupted.
Not toward them, but skyward. A flash of
lily
(lily)
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