“Damn, Sorrengail!” Sawyer calls out. “Lightning? You’ve been holding out on us!” Lightning I used to take a life. My stomach heaves and a dark shadow envelops me, but it’s not Xaden. Tairn has folded his wings over us, closing out the world while I retch up everything I’ve eaten today. “You did what was necessary,” Tairn says, but it doesn’t stop my stomach from clenching and tightening again, trying its best to force up what’s not even there. “You saved your friend,” Andarna adds.
