“We’re opening our borders.” “Will you be quite so sure of yourself when I bring my troops into Tyrrendor?” Halden threatens. He wouldn’t fucking dare. Every cadet around me straightens, even Aaric. The shadows darken and emotion drains from Xaden’s eyes, leaving only cold, cruel calculation as he takes a single step toward Halden. “You are a prince, not the prince. Bring your troops into Tyrrendor, and Aaric will suddenly find himself first in line for the throne.”
