I nod. If what Melgren says is true and she’s called to the front lines, this might be the last time I see her. The thought sickens my stomach. It’s one thing to leave her, to cut any and all contact, and quite another to leave her to her death. Xaden backs away without another word, only offering his back once he passes by Tairn’s claw. “What do you want?” Mira asks. “I’m not sure that matters at the moment.” Mom unbuttons her flight jacket with trembling fingers. “But what I want most—what I’ve always wanted—is for my children to live. Whatever wards you’ve raised from the instructions in
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