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Because I know this person, this woman. I know that tall frame and those broad shoulders, that tanned skin and handsome face. Siobhan. “Fuck,” I breathe.
She should still be in hiding.
None of the rest of the crew know how important Siobhan is to the movement to undermine the Cŵn Annwn’s hold on Threshold—namely that she’s the mastermind behind it.
“How could I follow orders when you’re avoiding me and so have given none?”
The future of Threshold rests on the shoulders of seven people.
Come home to us. Us. Bastian. Nox.
Surely it’s not her. It can’t possibly… But it is.

