Manon stormed around her. “Ansel of Briarcliff does not speak for the Wastes.” Where was Abraxos— “But you do?” And Manon had to wonder if she’d somehow … somehow become tangled in whatever plans the queen had woven. Especially as Manon found herself forced to halt again, forced to turn back to the smirking queen and say, “Yes. I do.” Even Rowan blinked at Manon Blackbeak’s tone—the voice that was not witch or warrior or predator. Queen. The last Crochan Queen. Rowan sized up the potentially explosive fight brewing between Ansel of Briarcliff and Manon Blackbeak.
