“The town’s been abandoned,” Crow said from behind him. “Not everyone left,” he rasped. Even though he’d personally decapitated hundreds of fae, Tin couldn’t look at the headless body another second. He knew where Dorothy was. In his gut, he knew. “Langwidere was here.” Crow peeked inside the bakery and jerked back. “That’s not Langwidere’s work.” “Who else do you know that steals heads?” Tin shouted.
