“Violence!” Xaden grasps my shoulders, determination lining his features. “Liam told me to tell you that there are two riders with that horde.” “Why would he tell me and not—” An anvil sits on my chest. “Because he knew I’d have to be the one who holds off the wyvern as long as possible.” He studies my face like he’ll never see it again. “And I’m the one who can kill them all.” It will kill me to wield that many times, but I’m the best shot we have. The best shot he has to survive.
