GIVEN TO THE WRONG ALPHA
Reed says, “six more super-soldiers made by a madman, you can’t—”
“Watch me,” I say.
Cael opens his eyes.
And the tablet screen cracks, from inside.
Lines of text burn across it, not code, not English. Old tongue. Witch tongue.
Rowan reads it. “Thorns, gather, at, the, First, Tree, where, Father, took, Mother’s, blood, three, days.”
The High Priestess pales. “The First Tree, it’s myth, where the first witch died, it’s in, Duskbane territory.”
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