Blueblood, and about three hundred Ironteeth
from all three clans.” His mouth curved in a
cruel half smile, cold as the peaks around
them. Damning. “The way is clear, Majesty.”
The patrols at the Ferian Gap spotted them
miles away.
The Thirteen were still allowed to land in
the Omega.
Manon had left Dorian in the small pass
where they’d gathered the Thirteen. If they
did not return within a day, he was to do what
he wished. Go to Morath and Erawan’s
awaiting embrace, if he was that reckless.
There had been no good-byes between
them.
Manon kept her heartbeat steady as she sat
atop Abraxos just inside the cavernous mouth
leading into the Omega, aware of every enemy
eye on them, both at their front and back. “I