Xaden turns in his seat at the end of the table and lifts his scarred brow as shadows brush across my mind. “What happened to not getting into trouble?” “I never promised that.” I hold his gaze, noting the circles under his eyes. “You look tired.” “Just what every man wants to hear from the person he loves.” He drums his fingers on the table, drawing my attention to a scrap of fabric in front of him—my lightning-wielder patch. “I’ve decided I’m done not knowing what you’re up to.” “Good choice.” “You really fucked with the wards?” “Someone once told me the right way isn’t the only way.”
