Asterin said, “Do we tell the Yellowlegs and Bluebloods?” “No,” Manon said, her voice like death and bloodshed. “Blackbeaks only.” “Even if another coven winds up volunteering for the next round?” Asterin said. Manon gave a snarl that made the hair on Elide’s neck rise. “We can only tug so much at the leash.” “Leashes can snap,” Asterin challenged. “So can your neck,” Manon said.
