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make it easy for him.

“You all right?” Rhiannon asks, her gaze jumping between Xaden and
me.

He glances at her. “You’re friends?”

“We met on the stairs,” she says, squaring her shoulders.
He looks down, noting our mismatched shoes, and arches a brow. His

hands relax. “Interesting.”

“Are you going to kill me?” I lift my chin another inch.
His gaze clashes with mine as the sky opens and rain falls in a deluge,

soaking my hair, my leathers, and the stones around us in seconds.

A scream rends the air, and Rhiannon and I both jerk our attention to the
parapet just in time to see Dylan slip.

I gasp, my heart jolting into my throat.
He catches himself, hooking his arms over the stone bridge as his feet

kick beneath him, scrambling for a purchase that isn’t there.

“Pull yourself up, Dylan!” Rhiannon shouts.
“Oh gods!” My hand flies to cover my mouth, but he loses his grip on the

water-slick stone and falls, disappearing from view. The wind and rain steal
any sound his body might make in the valley below. They steal the sound of

my muffled cry, too.

Xaden never takes his eyes from me, watching silently with a look I can’t
interpret as I bring my horrified gaze back to his.

“Why would I waste my energy killing you when the parapet will do it

for me?” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Your turn.”