His eyes widen at me. “You really did it.” “I did.” The conduit hums in my left hand. “Hate to tell you, Sorrengail, but not only did you leave yourself exposed, you also missed.” He grins. “Did I?” I look pointedly to the smoking hilt of his melted blade behind him, and he follows my line of sight, visibly tensing when he spots the ruined dagger. “If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead.” “By Malek, I fucking love you,” Xaden says. “And if I’m exposed, fine. The rest of my squad is alive.” I shrug. Xaden’s gaze cuts to mine.
