“Yes, I want a word. What the hell kind of powers are you channeling to her?” Xaden demands, staring up at Tairn like he isn’t…Tairn. Yep. Ballsy. Every muscle in my body locks, sure that Tairn is about to torch Xaden for impudence. “None of your business what I choose or do not choose to channel toward my rider,” Tairn answers with a growl.
2nd read: and now knowing Xadens secret! This is a wild question to ask.
