It’s not a flattering picture, but if you want to run off to the Scribe Quadrant—” I gasp, fear punching a hole in my stomach. “How do you know about that?” If he knows…if he tells, Dain is in danger. A wicked smile curves Xaden’s perfect lips. “I know everything that goes on here.” Darkness swirls around us. “Shadows, remember? They hear everything, see everything, conceal everything.”
