Chapter 74
“I know you are here,” he calls. “I smell your power. Your innocence.” My heart beats faster than I am certain it can bear. A crow flies from tree to tree, and I fear it shall find me out. It flies instead to Amar and settles on his shoulder. “The time nears. Beware the birth of May.” He kicks the horse’s flanks and rides off in a cloud of dust. I stay hidden for a full count of one hundred, and then I run hard and fast for the Borderlands. I want to tell them about Circe, but I’m afraid. How can I possibly confess that she is still alive? That I’ve gone to her for counsel? That I’ve given her magic? I’m ill when I think of what I’ve done, of the risk I’ve taken. And for what? Rubbish. Admonitions to search my dark corners, as if she weren’t the most evil soul I’ve ever met. Once I r
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