Ansel reached for Manon’s slice of bread, pulling off a chunk and eating it. “We can share it, you know. The Wastes. If you break that curse.” Down the long table, some of the witches tensed, but did not look toward them. Ansel went on, “I’ll honor the old borders of the Witch Kingdom, but keep the rest.” The queen rose, taking Manon’s bread with her. “Just something to consider, should the opportunity arise.” Then she was gone, swaggering off to her own cluster of remaining soldiers. Manon hadn’t stared after her, but the words, the offer, had lingered. To share the land, reclaim what they’d
...more
