Even if Manon knew Glennis would side with
Petrah.
Petrah sighed, the sound grating down
Manon’s spine. “Then I shall see you on the
battlefield.”
The roar and boom of war had become a
distant buzz in Evangeline’s ears by midday.
Even with the frigid wind, sweat ran down her
back beneath her heavy layers of clothes as
she made yet another sprint up the battlement
stairs, message in hand. Darrow and the other
old lords stood as they had these past two
weeks: along the castle’s walls, monitoring
the battle beyond the city.
The message she’d received, straight from
a Crochan who had landed so briefly that her
feet had hardly touched the ground, had come
from Bronwen.
Rare, Evangeline had learned, for either the