Taethan looked at him with compassion. “Do you know how I know that?” Heden was having trouble breathing. He nodded. He remembered Taethan crying out the names of Idris and Isobel. “Because you felt the same way,” Heden said thickly. Taethan nodded, smiling ruefully at Heden. Something opened up between the two men, some shared pain or grief. It was powerful and Heden didn’t like it.
