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“They’re going to Ireland,” I sneered at Ludo. “They have to be, if that girl isn’t Blood Fire then she must be related to the old hag’s daughter who had run off to Ireland. Black Wing.”
“Okay, so how do we get there?” he asked stupidly. “He’s out of Scotland because I cant feel him.”
“I cant believe that this s**t tribe survived my attack,” I growled. “I tried to kill them all and figured after I took half the tribe they’d just die off like the rest of the tribes. But no.”
“That was centuries ago,” he said. “They were much larger back then, they’re numbers are nothing now. I bet you’d be able to eradicate them all.”
“Not anymore,” I sighed. “I don’t have that kind of power. I could do damage, but I don’t think I’d succeed in killing them all and its not worth the risk.”
“But wh
