“You really opened the border.” My eyes widen on Xaden as my siblings continue to argue in the background. He nods once. “It’s what my father would have wanted.” But Fen didn’t actually do it. Xaden did. And I’ve been too lost in my misery to even know, let alone support him in an act of blatant treason. My face falls. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop,” Xaden says, tilting his head.
