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same.”
Dorian could have sworn the sacred flame
burning to their left flared brighter. Could
have sworn Glennis sucked in a breath. That
every Crochan watching did the same.
Manon’s knees bent, swords rising. “Let us
finish what was started then, too.”
She attacked, blades flashing. Her
grandmother conceded step after step, the
other two Matrons failing to break past her
defenses.
Gone was the witch who had slept and
wished for death. Gone was the witch who had
raged at the truth that had torn her to shreds.
And in her place, fighting as if she were the
very wind, unfaltering against the Matrons,
stood someone Dorian had not yet met.
Stood a queen of two peoples.
The Yellowlegs Matron launched an
offensive that had Manon yielding a step, then