Blackfeather Woods With strange aeons even death may die

Her face, already pale, drained of all color as Ramsay spoke. Are you serious? she asked rhetorically, jaw hanging open slightly. It took a moment for the words to really sink in, to really make sense, and then her bi-colored gaze grew hot with angry fire.

Betrayal. It wasn't an emotion she'd felt in a long time. Not really since grappling with her mixed feelings about her mother. She had thought Flicker was someone to count on, someone to trust. Evidently, she had been mistaken.

Fuck, Maegi whispered, with feeling. Well, she's not welcome if she's working with Damien and threatening the woods. I won't put up with it. She might as well be dead to me. She did not make friendships easily, nor alliances lightly. Treachery was unforgivable in her eyes.