“Who says he’s the hero?” said Atalanta, trotting up behind Felicity on her own white steed.
Michael gaped like a fish for a moment and said, “You need to stay with your father.”
“My father needs to command his army within the walls. I need to have Tryannus’ head on a pike. I’m coming with you.”
Felicity never looked at Atalanta. Her head swiveled from the darker mass in the n...
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