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thankful. Now, I’d like to do what we’ve trained for, and if it means I don’t

go home, then I guess my soul will be commended to Malek. I wouldn’t
mind seeing my mother anyway.”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I did after Threshing our first year when we

decided to start smuggling weaponry out,” Garrick says. “You kept us alive
all these years; we get to decide how we die. I’m with you.”

“Exactly!” Soleil says, drumming her fingertips just above the dagger

sheathed at her thigh. “I’m in.”
Liam steps forward so he stands at my side. “We watched as our parents

were executed because they had the courage to do the right thing. I’d like to

think my death would be just as honorable.”
My chest tightens. Their parents died to expose the truth while mine

sacrificed my brother to keep this heinous secret.
“Agreed.” Imogen nods.

They all do.

One by one, everyone agrees, until there’s only me.
Xaden captures my gaze.

If you think you’ll ever convince a Sorrengail to risk their neck for
anyone outside their own borders, then you’re a fool. Isn’t that what the

flier said at the lake?

Fuck that.
“Tairn?” It’s not just me going to war.

“We will feast on their bones, Silver One.”

Graphic, but point made.
I will not leave innocent people to die, no matter what side of the border

they live on. I will not let my squadmates risk their lives while I run, despite

the plea I see in Xaden’s eyes.
At least Rhiannon, Sawyer, and Ridoc aren’t here. They’ll live to be

second-years.
Mira will understand. I have no doubt that she would do the same.