“My head pounds on your behalf, just watching you try so hard,” Glennis said from across the clearing. Around them, the Thirteen ate in silence, Manon monitoring all. The Crochans sat amongst them, at least. Quietly, but they sat there. Which meant they all looked at him now. Dorian lowered the strip of tough meat and inclined his head to the crone. “My head is pounding enough for both of us, I think.” “What are you trying to turn into, exactly? Or who?” The opposite of what he was. The opposite of the man who’d overlooked Sorscha’s presence for years. And offered her only death in the end.
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