“You’re burning out,” Andarna warns, her voice pitching high with worry. The next breath I take singes my lungs. “Silver One!” Tairn roars. The wards have to go up. “You both have to live. Promise me you’ll choose to live.” Because I’m starting to realize the price of imbuing this wardstone in time to save everyone I love, and it’s my life. My power feels so insignificant to a stone this size. It would take all of Tairn’s power—his very life—and I won’t give that. But I can give enough that the riders who make it can finish the job.
