“Did you?” I ask quickly as the wingbeats grow louder. “She called you a walker.” He’d traveled a thousand miles in minutes, and there’s only one way I’ve read about to accomplish that, but no one has done it in centuries. Garrick wipes the back of his hand across his temple, and it comes away bloody. “Yeah, and she called you a leash.” No wonder he’s best friends with Xaden. They’re both excellent at dodging questions. “You have a second signet, don’t you?” And like Xaden, he hid the strongest one. “So do you.” He hands back my daggers and sways. “Or at least you will.”
