Sure enough, a massive shape was lumbering toward them. Evangeline’s stomach dropped to her feet. “Is—is it one of those witch towers?” “A siege tower is different,” Darrow said with his usual gruffness. “Thank the gods.” “Still deadly,” Murtaugh said. “Just in a different way.” The old man frowned at Darrow. “I’ll head down there.” Evangeline blinked at that. None—none of the older lords had gone to the front. “To warn them?” Darrow asked carefully. Murtaugh patted the hilt of his sword. “Aedion and Ren are stretched thin. Kyllian, too, if you want to keep telling yourself that he’s the one
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