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Attacks along our southern borders are rising, all with the same description.

Mountain villages are being torn apart wherever the wards weaken.
Immense, incredible hunger strikes, my stomach gnawing on emptiness

that demands to be appeased with the blood of—

“Sorrengail?” Liam looks over at me, concern etched between his brows.
“Tairn’s awake,” I manage to say, clutching my stomach like I’m the one

who craves a flock of sheep. Or goats. Or whatever he decides for the

morning. “Good gods, please go eat something.”
“The same could be suggested to you,” he snarls.

“Such a morning person, aren’t you?” The hunger dissipates, and I know

it’s because he’s dampening the bond in that moment because I can’t. His
emotions only flow into me when they override his control. “Thank you.

Andarna?”
“Still sleeping. She’ll be out another few days after using that much

power.”

“Does it ever get any easier?” I ask Liam. “Being tackled by what they’re
feeling?”

He winces. “Good question. Deigh keeps pretty good control of himself,
but when he’s angry?” Liam shakes his head. “It’s supposed to help once

they start channeling and we have the power to shield them out, but you

know Carr isn’t going to bother with us until that happens.”
I’d already assumed Liam didn’t have his abilities yet, considering he’s

with me in every single class, but it’s comforting to know he’s still in the

waning population of powerless riders with me. While Andarna has given
me her gift for stopping time, I’m pretty sure using it isn’t going to be a

regular occurrence, especially if it takes her days to recover.

“So Tairn hasn’t channeled to you, either, right?” Liam asks, a look of
uncertainty, vulnerability on his face.

I shake my head. “I think he has commitment issues,” I whisper.
“I heard that.”