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‘We have to get them out,’ said Miranda, rejoining us. She was still bristling with fury, and stalked more than walked through the rain, her face a perfect thundercloud. ‘We can’t leave them like this.’
I hesitated, picturing the chaos we would create if we somehow broke the magickal bindings which held the griffins and their ilk spellbound. ‘We—’
‘Ves,’ said Miranda. ‘Help me or not as you choose, but I will not leave this town until these creatures are free.’ Her fists balled as though she might hit me.
I raised my hands. ‘Hey. We’re on the same—’ I stopped. I couldn’t say we were on the same side anymore, because we… weren’t. Were we? At least not technically. ‘We have the same goals,’ I said instead. ‘I don’t want to leave these poor beasts like this any more than you do — and I
