Chapter 107
“Next time it will not be a bunny,” Circe warns. “But what of our illustrious Eugenia? The Tree of All Souls? Have you found the dagger yet?” “Not yet, but I will,” I say. “Why did you hate her so much?” “Because,” she says with difficulty. “She would not look into her own darkness, so how could she possibly understand the hearts of others? I suppose the centaur’s death means there will be no alliance.” “I suppose not,” I say, only now realizing the trouble ahead. I made a promise I didn’t keep. Now I have enemies. “And you swear you had nothing to do with Creostus’s murder?” I ask again, passing the pebble through my fingers. “How could I?” she answers. When I emerge from behind the water, Asha is waiting for me. She bows quickly. “Lady Hope, I would speak with you,” she says urgent
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