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A zombie arrives with the time and location of our surrender.
“No,” Zahara shakes her head. “Tell him it has to be somewhere else.”
“If we’re going to pull off this bluff, we can’t start making demands,” Alaric says. “If Hades wants to meet at my family manor, then that’s where we must go. He fancies it his new base of operations.”
“We’ll get your eggs, and Cassie, out of there before the fighting starts,” I say.
Zahara bristles. “If one feather is harmed on the head of any of my offspring…”
“I wish I could promise they’ll be okay,” I say. “But I don’t know what will happen. Maybe we should change the location. Make it the desert or Timbuktu or…”
“No,” Zahara says, sighing. “Alaric is right. If Hades catches even a whiff of a trap, he’ll bolt. We’ll keep it at the mansion.”
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