CHAPTER 90

Manon sank to the stones of the castle
battlements and did not move for a long, long
while.
She didn’t hear those who spoke to her,
who touched her shoulder. Didn’t feel the
cold.
The sun arced and descended.
At some point, she lay down upon the
stones, curled against the wall. When she
awoke, a wing had covered her, and warm
breath whispered across her head as Abraxos
dozed.
She had no words in her. Nothing but a