Asterin laughed again.
“We have no master,” Manon Blackbeak
said, and it was indeed a queen’s voice that
she spoke with, her golden eyes bright. “We
come to honor a friend.”
There was no sign of Dorian amongst the
Thirteen, but Aedion was reeling enough that
he didn’t have the words to ask.
“We came,” Manon said, loud enough that
all on the city walls could hear, “to honor a
promise made to Aelin Galathynius. To fight
for what she promised us.”
Darrow said quietly, “And what was that?”
Manon smiled then. “A better world.”
Darrow took a step back. As if disbelieving
what stood before him, in defiance of the
legion that swept toward their city.
Manon only looked to Aedion, that smile
lingering. “Long ago, the Crochans fought
beside Terrasen, to honor the great debt we
lily
(lily)
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