He isn’t demanding proof like Dain. He believes me, and he’s ready to execute a wingleader on nothing more than my word. As surely as if they’re a physical structure, I feel my defenses crack on Xaden’s behalf. “Can you see my memories?” I ask Tairn. “Share them?” “Yes.” His head snakes left and right ever so slightly. “A memory has never been shared outside of a mating bond. It’s considered a violation.” “Xaden’s up there fighting because I told him it was her. Help him.” And gods, I admire him for it.
