‘Lyn?’ Agenor said, voice tight. ‘How many hounds did you and Tared take down during the Last Battle again?’ She gave a high-strung laugh. ‘Think we ended up with nine. Do you want us to see if we can top that?’ A rough exhale. ‘Please.’ ‘Alright.’ Her wings flared from her shoulder blades, then sizzled out again as she hesitated and turned back towards us. A strange smile lay on her face, suddenly. There was no joy in it – not a sliver of optimism. ‘And if I don’t see any of you again …’ My heart skipped a beat. ‘Don’t say that.’ ‘Dying without saying anything would be worse,’ she wryly said,
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