“All right,” Bryce said, resisting the urge to plug her ears against the unholy din. “Let’s go.” “That’s the first wise decision you’ve made,” drawled a deep male voice from the tunnel behind them. And there was nowhere to run, nothing to do but stand and face the threat, as Morven stalked out of the mists. And behind him, flame simmering in his eyes, strode the Autumn King.
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