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She received no answer yet again, but understood from the stalking away that she was meant to follow. Or at least she hoped she read between the lines right as she did—Phoebe could not help but keep a slight distance between her and the matron; she didn’t want to find out how sharp those teeth of hers were. If she was anything like Merrick, and Phoebe believed this, then they were very sharp.

Yet all notion and concern of that faded away when she saw where Astara led her. Phoebe light up, not unlike a spark against a distant darkness. Her mouth went agape for a moment; how did she miss all this? Though in her defense she hadn’t explored this pocket of the timber and her nose would have perhaps led her there eventually.

“There’s so many,” she said in a whisper, and paced ahead to investigate.