“Xaden’s never?” He pauses. “Sixty-eight of the officers had kids under the age of twenty. There are one hundred and seven of us, all who carry rebellion relics.” “The oldest is Xaden,” I murmur. He nods. “And the youngest is almost six now. Her name is Julianne.” I think I’m going to be sick. “Is she marked?” “She was born with it.” I understand it was done by dragon, but what the fucking hell?
