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“Just wasn’t sure you could cover an area that—”

Xaden lifts a hand a few inches above the table, and shadows pour from
underneath our seats, filling the room and turning it dark as midnight in a

blink. My heart jumps as my sight goes black.

“Relax. It’s just me.” A ghost of a touch skims my cheek.
Just him is slightly…terrifying. I shove that thought at him, but there’s no

response. Maybe we have a one-way-communication thing going on over

here, because I don’t think I can talk to him the way he does me.
What had Sgaeyl said about signets? It reflects who you are at the core of

your being. It makes sense. Mira is protective. Dain has to know

everything. And Xaden…has secrets.
“Fuck me,” someone says.

“I can surround this entire outpost, but I think that might freak some
people out,” Xaden says, and the shadows disappear, racing back under the

table.

I draw in a full breath, noting that everyone at the table besides Emery—
who has no doubt seen Xaden pull this kind of trick before—looks slightly

greenish.
Even Mira, who’s staring at Xaden like he’s a threat she needs to assess.

My stomach turns.

“I hope you didn’t get any ideas while we were in the dark there,” Xaden
teases, and just like that, my sympathy for the ass evaporates. I don’t bother

to face him, just raise one finger.

He chuckles, and I grit my teeth.
“Get him out of my head,” I toss in Tairn’s direction.

“You’ll get used to it,” Tairn responds.

“Is this normal with all mated pairs and their riders?”
“For some. It’s a great advantage in a battle.”

“Well, it’s a pain in my ass right now.” I miss Andarna. We’re so far apart
that I can barely feel her.