Olandon sits beside me and passes me my robes. I take them with trembling hands and look at my brother. I really look. “Thank you, Landon,” I say. “For loving me enough to risk death. Thank you for treating the Bruma well. For everything.” He dips his head in acknowledgement, but I catch the glisten of his eyes before he turns toward Osolis. “What will it be like, do you think?” he asks. My voice is hollow. “No idea.” He whispers. “You were born for this, Lina. Don’t ever doubt that. This is your destiny. You will be the greatest Tatum ever to live.”
