“Xaden, you have to drop the shadows. It’s the only way.” “Tairn!” Sgaeyl shouts, fear edging her tone in a way I’ve never heard. “Don’t ask that of me.” Even Xaden’s voice shakes. Those shadows are coming down whether or not he wants them to. He’s approaching burnout. “If you’ve ever trusted me, Xaden, I need you to do it now,”
