“Who are they?” “Witches,” said Seraphine. Rune’s heart skipped at that word. She squinted harder, realizing she recognized some of the girls beneath the hoods. Witches she’d rescued from Gideon’s clutches. Most she didn’t know at all. But leading them was a girl she knew by heart. Verity de Wilde. Her spectacles flashed when the lightning flickered, and her brown ringlets were loose around her shoulders. In her hand was a knife Rune had never seen before. One shaped like a crescent. “Cressida Roseblood is alive …” Seraphine’s eyes narrowed. “… and has somehow gained a witch army.” “That’s not
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