Twin Crowns (Twin Crowns, #1)

by Catherine Doyle

‘There’s a woman in the west tower.’ Wren leaned out of the window, trying to get a better look at her. Her face was pale and gaunt, dwarfed by reams of cloudy white hair. Then it was gone again. ‘She warned me … the flames are inside me … the burning … ah …’ Rathborne’s words echoed in Wren’s head and she was reminded of him doubled over in pain after the poisoning. ‘She warned him,’ Wren murmured. She plucked the rest of his ramblings from her memory as a new horror dawned inside her. ‘The enemy wears two faces. We must come for the witches before they come for us … And they are coming.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ said Rose, in mounting alarm. ‘Oh no.’ Behind her, Celeste had already pieced it together. She came to the window, giving voice to Wren’s thoughts. ‘Willem’s got a seer.’ ‘It was never just the birds,’ said Wren, cursing her own stupidity. Somehow the Kingsbreath had done the impossible – he had got his grasping hands on a damned seer. ‘Someone’s been whispering to him about the future.’ Warning him, thought Wren, angrily. ‘No wonder he’s been so skittish.’