the sound of my muffled cry, too. Xaden never takes his eyes from me, watching silently with a look I can’t interpret as I bring my horrified gaze back to his. “Why would I waste my energy killing you when the parapet will do it for me?” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Your turn.” There’s a misconception that it’s kill or be killed in the Riders Quadrant. Riders, as a whole, aren’t out to assassinate
