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The tension in the dining hall was palpable. There were hundreds of people, but I was on my own. Caught by the Ravens, incapable of protecting Ryoko, Hyde, or myself.
“What do you want?” I spat.
Ormslang chuckled softly. “I think you know what I want.”
“I don’t.”
“Miss Helgudóttir. Must the rooster crow?” He clicked his tongue as he circled me, his hands behind his back. “I want your power.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about—”
Lightning quick, he ducked down and grabbed my face, his long, boney fingers digging into my cheeks. “Don’t… Lie.”
If he thought I was going to make things easy, he was wrong.
More Ravens poured into the dining hall, lining up around or with Ormslang. A couple of them seemed unsure about the change in leadership, but none of them questioned it too m
