Talemir nudged her. ‘He’s going to be alright, you know,’ he said. ‘He’s got the strength and courage of a thousand men.’ Thea didn’t need Talemir to tell her that. She knew exactly the kind of man Wilder Hawthorne was. She let her increased strength surge through her, awakening her storm magic. ‘You know what else he’s got?’ Talemir waited. ‘Me.’ Thea didn’t tear her eyes from the lone tower. ‘We’re coming for you, Wilder.’
