“Rua?” His eyes widened, suddenly more awake at the sight of her. She did not waste time with pleasantries and simply said, “I want to go back to Murreneir. Now.” Renwick’s emerald eyes assessed her for a moment, but all he said was, “Okay. Let’s go.” A heavy breath loosed from Rua’s lips. She was prepared to convince him, ready to launch into a tirade about Augustus Norwood and all of the awful things he could be doing obscured from the witches’ Sight. Still, it was a harebrained thing to demand to leave immediately, but he instantly agreed. “Thank you,” she said, hands trembling. “Will you
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