above them as he gestured to the plain. “By all
means, go right ahead.”
Manon’s mouth quirked to the side, then
she jerked her chin to the Thirteen. “We shall
be on your castle’s battlements. I leave one of
my sentinels here with you, should you need
to send word.” A nod to Vesta, and the red-
haired witch made no move to fly as the
others peeled off toward the great, towering
palace. Manon had never seen its like—even
the former glass castle in Rifthold had been
nothing compared to it.
Manon smiled at the old man who had
hissed at her, showing all her teeth. “You’re
welcome,” she said, and with a snap of the
reins, was airborne.
Morath had halted completely.
As if reassessing their strategy now that the
Crochans had appeared from the mists of