addict on the yellow brick road and the flying fae at night. “Because he was going to give your head to Langwidere,” Lion pursed his lips. He looked as though it haunted him to say the words. “What?” That couldn’t be true. There was no way that was possible. “I think you’re mistaken, Lion.” “No, Dorothy, I’m not. I can’t hide it from you any longer. When I saw him last, he told me his plan and asked me to join in on it. I tried to stop him then, but before my blade could slice his throat, he took off. Even Glinda and Crow want him dead.” “Why would he do that?”
