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Once we leave Obsidian, Jaime leads us on a long walk through more dark passageways. We hike a few wide, winding staircases. What Black Wing Manor lacks in terms of design diversity, it certainly makes up for in space. In other words, this place is a big-ass mansion decorated with a s**t-ton of ravens.
Jaime leads us to a sparse room. A few simple wooden chairs line the walls. There’s one window—that’s too small to sneak out of—and which is covered in black glass. And yes, everything in here is made from dark wood. At least there are no raven carvings. Bonus.
Jaime makes his goodbyes and shuts the door. The moment Lincoln and I are alone, something vibrates against my chest. I gasp. Did someone hit me with a spell? Then I remember it.
My phone from Cissy.
My dragonscale fighting su
