Total pages in book: 295
Estimated words: 282090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1410(@200wpm)___ 1128(@250wpm)___ 940(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 282090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1410(@200wpm)___ 1128(@250wpm)___ 940(@300wpm)
My stomach pitches. A year? We’re that close to losing a war I knew nothing about a few days ago?
“As I said, I’m working on a diplomatic solution for the luminary”— Brennan’s tone sharpens—“and we’re so wildly off topic I’m not sure this is the same meeting.”
“I vote we take Basgiath’s luminary,” Battle-Ax suggests. “If we’re that close to losing this war, there’s no other option.”
Xaden shoots Brennan a look that I can’t decipher, and I breathe deeply as it hits me—he probably knows my own brother better than I do.
And he kept him from me. Of all the secrets he hid, that’s the one I can’t quite swallow.
“And what would you have done with the knowledge had he shared it?” Tairn asks.
“Stop bringing logic into an emotional argument.” I fold my arms across my chest. It’s my heart that won’t fully let my head forgive Xaden.
“We’ve been over that,” Brennan says with finality. “If we take Basgiath’s forging device, Navarre can’t replenish their stores at the outposts. Countless civilians will die if those wards fall. Do any of you want to be responsible for that?”
Silence reigns.
“Then we agree,” Hawk Nose says. “Until we can supply the drifts, the cadets have to return.”
Oh.
“They’re talking about us,” I whisper. That’s why we’re standing out of their direct sight.
Bodhi nods.
“You’re uncharacteristically quiet, Suri,” Brennan notes, glancing at the wide-shouldered brunette with olive skin and a single streak of silver in her hair, her nose twitching like a fox, sitting next to him.
“I say we send all but the two.” Her nonchalance skates a chill down my spine as she drums her bony fingers on the table, a giant emerald ring catching the light. “Six cadets can lie as well as eight.”
Eight.
Xaden, Garrick, Bodhi, Imogen, three marked ones I’d never gotten a chance to know before we were thrown into battle, and…me.
Nausea rises like a tide. The War Games. We’re supposed to be finishing the last competition of the year between the wings of the Riders Quadrant at Basgiath, and instead, we entered deadly battle with an enemy I’d thought were only folklore last week, and now we’re…well, we’re here, in a city that isn’t supposed to exist.
But not all of us.
My throat tightens, and I blink back the burn in my eyes. Soleil and Liam didn’t survive.
Liam. Blond hair and sky-blue eyes fill my memory, and pain erupts behind my ribs. His boisterous laugh. His quick smile. His loyalty and kindness. It’s all gone. He’s gone.
All because he promised Xaden he’d guard me.
“None of the eight are expendable, Suri.” Silver Beard leans on the back two legs of his chair and examines the map behind Xaden.
“What do you propose, Felix?” Suri counters. “Running our own war college with all our spare time? Most of them haven’t finished their education. They’re of no use to us yet.”
“As if any of you has a say in if we return,” Xaden interrupts, earning everyone’s attention. “We will take the advice of the Assembly, but it will be taken as only that—advice.”
“We cannot afford to risk your life—” Suri argues.
“My life is equal to any of theirs.” Xaden gestures toward us.
Brennan’s gaze meets mine, then widens.
Each head in the room turns toward us, and I fight the instinct to retreat as almost every set of eyes narrows on me.
Who do they see? Lilith’s daughter? Or Brennan’s sister?
I lift my chin because I’m both…and I feel like neither.
“Not every life,” Suri says as she looks straight at me. Ouch. “How could you have stood there and let her overhear the conversation of the Assembly?”
“If you didn’t want her to hear, you should have closed the door,” Bodhi responds, stepping into the room.
“She cannot be trusted!” Anger might color her cheeks, but that’s fear in Suri’s eyes.
“Xaden has already taken responsibility for her.” Imogen sidesteps, moving slightly closer to me. “As brutal of a custom as it may be.”
My gaze whips to meet Xaden’s. What the hell is she talking about?
“I still don’t understand that particular decision,” Hawk Nose adds.
“Decision was simple. She’s worth a dozen of me,” Xaden says, and my breath catches at the intensity in his eyes. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he means it. “And I’m not talking about her signet. I would have told her everything discussed here anyway, so an open door is a moot point.”
A spark of hope flares to life in my chest. Maybe he really is done keeping secrets.
“She’s General Sorrengail’s daughter,” Battle-Ax points out, frustration clear in her voice.
“And I’m the general’s son,” Brennan argues.
“And you’ve more than proven your loyalty over the last six years!” Battle-Ax shouts. “She hasn’t!”
Anger heats my neck, flushing up to my face. They’re talking about me like I’m not even here.
“She fought at our side at Resson.” Bodhi tenses as his voice rises as well.