Chapter 108
She counted to ten, because she wanted to hunt, and had been that way since she tore through her mother’s womb and came roaring and b****y into this world. Because she was Manon Blackbeak, heir to the Blackbeak Witch-Clan, and she had been here for weeks, pretending to be a Crochan witch in the hope that it would flush out the real ones. They were still out there, the self-righteous, insufferable Crochans, hiding as healers and wise-women. Her first, glorious kill had been a Crochan, no more than sixteen—the same age as Manon at the time. The dark-haired girl had been wearing the bloodred cloak that all Crochans were gifted upon their first bleeding—and the only good it had done was mark her as prey. After Manon left the Crochan’s corpse in that snow-blasted mountain pass, she’d taken t
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