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For a split second, Druid felt stricken with the naked truth of it: they were playing with fire. It was dangerously foolish to think the danger had passed. But Druid let Heda’s reassurances lure her into a sense of security, no matter how false. Her sister’s soft voice drowned out the warning bells in the back of her mind. Heda trusted Druid and she, in turn, believed what Heda was saying.

The pale Den Mother struck out for the nearer arches, Druid falling into step beside her. She listened as Heda updated her on the goings-on in Rivenwood. Anselm was still here. Was Etienne? Amadeo was a leader… Druid didn’t know what to think of this and set it aside for later contemplation.

What about Etienne? And Fiona? she asked, voice still hoarse as she gazed forward, desperate for any sign of her kids’ faces.