It had started with a dare. Old Crow had a drinking horn carved from a narwhal’s tusk that he boasted about nonstop. The dare was to sneak onto his boat and steal it—temporarily, of course. They all committed to returning it. Bash had tried, Tristan had tried. A few others had tried and failed.
It had started with a dare. Old Crow had a drinking horn carved from a narwhal’s tusk that he boasted about nonstop. The dare was to sneak onto his boat and steal it—temporarily, of course. They all committed to returning it. Bash had tried, Tristan had tried. A few others had tried and failed.But Toni was the only one who had succeeded. She’d snuck out of her house late at night and swum silently through the harbor to the Ravenwing. Mission accomplished, she’d tucked the drinking horn into her und
