Chapter 113 A Different Kind of Enemy

Dylan's POV

The white feather rested in my palm.

Three words.

WE ARE WATCHING.

It wasn't a threat shouted across a battlefield.

It was quieter than that.

Someone wanted us to know we had been seen.

Renwick broke the silence.

"Should we follow them?"

I folded the piece of cloth and slipped it...

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