But the Jin’Sai was another matter. Looking deeper into the woods, Tristan saw more eager Minions, crouched in hiding and awaitinghis orders. ”“Not necessarily,” Wigg said. The Sippora still refused toflow, the birds did not sing, and the wind remained still.
He looked frantically at Faegan. His dagger hanging loosely from his right hand, Rafe glared at the prisoner’s dark face. “We must not be late!” she said, imitating Wigg. Gathering himself up, Faegan looked like he couldn’t possibly imagine why they would be askingsuch a foolish question.
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