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lands.”
One of the Crochans in the shadows let out
a bark of laughter. “That’s rich.” Others
chuckled with her.
Glennis’s blue eyes didn’t falter. “We have
not rallied a host since before the fall of the
Witch-City. You might find it a more difficult
task than you anticipated.”
Dorian asked, “And if their queen
summoned them to fight?”
Snow crunched under stomping steps, and
then Bronwen was there, her brown eyes
blazing. “Don’t answer, Glennis.”
Such disrespect, such informality to an
elder—
Bronwen leveled her burning stare on
Manon. “You are not our queen, despite what
your blood might suggest. Despite this little
skirmish. We do not, and will never, answer to
you.”