Another of Creon’s knives came whizzing her way. She only just managed to slap it from the air in a burst of red magic, even her limbs jerking indecisively back and forth as she spat, ‘Leave – our – body – alone!’ I reached for Feather in response. ‘No!’ She had to jump back to avoid yet another dagger. ‘No, you can’t! You can’t! You made a bargain – you—’ ‘To not do bodily harm,’ I readily agreed, grinning at her – at that sapphire eye that could pop from her face any moment. Blue eyes is Achlys, Agenor had told me months ago at the Golden Court. Black eyes is Melinoë. They’re inhabiting what
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