From “Healer” Book Three
From the shadows of overhanging boughs and thick foliage, Peter watched the ragged harpy scene unfold. He had staked out a spot where the back entrance to the clan could be seen. Still, he was able to detect movement through the flower gardens and trees just ahead of him. He heard the winged creature’s screams, drawing some of the servants away from the doorway. They left it open, diving into flight while a few others ran behind.
A yelp of pain.
The prince? Peter thought, making a dash for the back door. Doesn’t matter! He deserves it. Every last one of them deserves it.