The Abbess

Behn watched Abbess Mab approach the king’s throne, black robes swishing quietly over the marble floor. Pink eyes gleamed from a wizened, pallid face hidden within her cowl. Witches, some called them. Assassins.

Mab’s gaze fell upon the boy as she passed. Beneath that cowl, Behn thought he saw the slightest hint of a smirk.

 

Michael Coady.

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