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didn’t stop to think what might happen if they did.
I turn to Xaden and beg again, my voice breaking by the end. “Please
give her a chance.”
He holds my gaze but doesn’t so much as show a flicker of emotion.
“I let someone live once, and he almost killed you last night, Silver One,”
Tairn says. Then, as if this is all that really matters in the end, “Justice is
not always merciful.”
“Claidh,” Amber whimpers, the courtyard so unbelievably silent that the
sound carries.
The formation splits at the center.
Tairn leans low, extending his head and neck past the dais toward where
Amber stands. Then his teeth part, he curls his tongue, and he incinerates
her with a blast of fire so hot, I can feel it from here. It’s over in a heartbeat.
A gruesome scream rends the air, shattering a window in the academic
wing, and every rider slams their hands over their ears as Claidh mourns.
