touched two fingers to their brows in
deference.
Manon returned the gesture, bowing her
head as she did. “We are the Thirteen,” she
said. “From now until the Darkness claims
us.”
Evangeline had decided that she no longer
wished to be page to Lord Darrow, but rather a
Crochan witch.
One of the women even went so far as to
give the wide-eyed girl an extra red cloak,
which Evangeline was still wearing when
Lysandra tucked her into bed. She’d help
Darrow tomorrow, Evangeline promised as
she nodded off. After she made sure the
Crochans had all the help they needed.
Lysandra had smiled at that, despite the
odds still stacked so high against them.
Manon Blackbeak—now Manon Crochan, she