The Bloodhound chucked a strap of black leather into the center of the room. Manon stopped dead. “Your Second screamed when Erawan broke her,” the Bloodhound said. “His Dark Majesty sends this to remember her by.” Aelin didn’t dare take her eyes off the creature. But she could have sworn Manon swayed. And then the Bloodhound said to the witch, “A gift from a King of the Valg … to the last living Crochan Queen.”
