hand when Cyrene had spoken.
And when they found the Crochans, when
the Thirteen were distracted, he’d learn what
he needed from the spider, too.
Manon turned to the Thirteen, the witches
thrumming with impatience. “We fly now. We
can reach the Crochans by nightfall.”
“And what then?” Asterin asked. The only
one of them who had permission to do so.
Manon stalked for Abraxos, and Dorian
followed, tossing Cyrene a spare cloak as his
magic tugged her with him. “And then we
make our move,” Manon hedged. And for
once, she did not meet anyone’s stare. Didn’t
do anything but gaze southward.
The witch was keeping secrets, too. But
were hers as dire as his?
lily
(lily)
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