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she let go of him and whirled to Glennis. “I’m
sending out my Shadows to scout for others.”
“Any enemy survivors?” Glennis scanned
the empty skies. Whether his magic surprised
them, shocked them, neither Glennis nor the
Crochans rushing to tend to their wounded let
on.
“All dead,” Manon said.
But the dark-haired Crochan who’d first
intercepted them stormed at Manon, her
sword out. “You did this.”
Dorian gripped Damaris, but made no
move to draw it. Not while Manon didn’t back
down. “Saved your asses? Yes, I’d say we
did.”
The witch seethed. “You led them here.”
“Bronwen,” Glennis warned, wiping blue
blood from her face.
The young witch—Bronwen—bristled.
“You think it mere coincidence that they