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suicide mission, too. He’d barely talked to her
at all since the forest clearing. They’d left
with the dawn, when she’d announced to
Glennis and the Crochans what she planned to
do. They could fly to the Ferian Gap and
return to that hidden camp within the Fangs in
four days, if they were lucky.
She’d asked the Crochans to meet them
there. To trust her enough to return to their
mountain camp and wait.
They had said yes. Maybe it was the grave
the Thirteen had dug all day, but the Crochans
said yes. A tentative trust—just this once.
So Dorian had flown with Asterin. Had
used each frigid hour northward to slowly
alter his body.
You want to go to Morath so badly, Manon
had hissed again before they’d left, then let’s
see if you can do it.
A test. One he was glad to excel at. If only