as the witch looked Manon over and snarled,
“You are not our queen. We will never fly
with you.”
Bronwen and the younger witch stormed
away, the gathered Crochan guards parting to
let them pass.
Manon found Glennis wincing slightly.
“Our family, you will find, has a hotheaded
streak.”
Ruthless.
What Manon had done tonight, leading the
Ironteeth to this camp ... Dorian didn’t have a
word for it other than ruthless.
He left Manon and her great-grandmother,
the Thirteen looking on, and went in search of
the spider.
He found Cyrene where he’d left her,
crouched in the shadows of one of the farther
tents.