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“Promise me you won’t tell anyone about the time-stopping,” Xaden asks

as we head back into the tunnel, but it feels an awful lot like a command.
“It’s not just for your safety. Rare abilities, when kept secret, are the most

valuable form of currency we possess.”

My brow furrows as I study the stark lines of the rebellion relic that
winds up his neck, marking him as a traitor’s son, warning everyone that

he’s not to be trusted. Maybe he’s telling me to keep quiet for his own gain,

so he can use me later down the road.
At least that means he intends for me to be alive at a later date.

“We need to figure out how unbonded cadets got in your room,” he says.

“There was a rider there,” I tell him. “Someone who ran away before you
arrived. She must have unlocked it from the outside.”

“Who?” He halts, taking my elbow gently and turning me toward him.
I shake my head. There’s no way he’ll believe me. I barely believe it

myself.

“At some point, you and I are going to have to start trusting each other,
Sorrengail. The rest of our lives depend on it.” Fury swims in Xaden’s eyes.

“Now tell me who.”