“I need the blood of the six most powerful riders.” Brennan’s brows fly upward, and Mira’s nose wrinkles like she’s just swallowed sour milk. “Ever? Or living now?” Xaden asks without batting an eye. “Why?” Brennan asks, water dripping from his fist. “In residence, I think,” I reply to Xaden, then turn to face my siblings and take a steadying breath. “I know how to raise the wards.”
