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Still she couldn’t tell what was going on within her sister’s mind. Druid thought she saw a dozen emotions flicker across her pale features as more tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Bracing herself against the pain that would shoot through her jaw, she leaned forward to nose them away.

Her sister ultimately agreed, so Druid assumed this meant they would go with the only plan that made any sense to her. Heda even began to set an itinerary for them. The gray woman’s stomach pinched again at the daunting days ahead of her, though she would really pull herself up by her bootstraps and do whatever her sister needed her to do.

Wondering at herself—wondering, actually, if Glaukos had somehow knocked some sense back into her when he’d made her punch herself in the teeth—she braced a shoulder on the den wall to free her good foreleg. She reached out to clutch at one of Heda’s slim paws.

Yes, she agreed, and I want you to know I’m going to get better. Druid paused, squeezing her sister’s paw. I’m going to do better. And we have each other. We don’t need him, she reminded her with a note of determination and finality.