“And you!” Jeremiah turns, his gaze locking on Garrick. “Damn it all to hell. He’ll know about—” The shadows around Jeremiah’s feet snake up his legs in a heartbeat, winding around his chest until they cover his mouth in bands of black. I swallow the boulder in my throat. A professor pushes through the crowd, his shock of white hair bouncing with every step of his large frame. “He’s an inntinnsic!” someone shouts, and that seems to be all that’s necessary. The professor grips Jeremiah’s head with both hands, and a crack echoes off the walls of the silent courtyard. Xaden’s shadows melt away
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