CHAPTER 13

The spider spoke true.
Keeping hidden amongst the ice-crusted
rocks of a jagged mountain peak, Manon and
the Thirteen peered down into the small pass.
At the camp of red-cloaked witches, the
location confirmed by the Shadows just an
hour ago.
Manon glanced over her shoulder, to where
Dorian was nearly invisible against the snow,
the spider in her plain human form beside
him.
The depthless eyes of the creature met
hers, shining with triumph.