Forty-seven:
Prince Raoul
“She escaped?” Conan demanded.
“What was I supposed to do?” I said. I was in the War Room now, with my council, trying to decide what to do. “First she was coughing blood and then she was glowing. I wasn’t expecting the blood or the glowing.”
Conan shook his head. “You should have. You should have killed Zaan Pulfer when you had the chance. Then you wouldn’t have had to deal with him coming and trying to rescue Crimson. You know that we need to kill the Ashland witches. Yet you’ve allowed one of the Ashland witches to escape.”
“It’s fine,” I said, “we’ll get another chance.”
“Except now she’s escaped. She’s escaped, she’s accessed her magic, and when she comes back, she’s going to be twice as
