Wren never expected her life to change the moment she set foot in the Riders Quadrant at Basgiath War College. But everything shifted when she met Liam Mairi. Loving him was effortless, bright, and full of promise. Losing him was shattering.
His dea...
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I watch the way Barlowe looks towards Violet, nodding in her direction. Then my incredibly beauitful and utterly fearless girlfriend flips him off. Imogen chuckles to herself noticing the same thing. But I can feel it, the overwhelming sorrow that's settled into her body. She's thinking about Liam. My chest feels heavy.
I am not the first person she has loved, not the first person she looked at with forever in her eyes. We've both have known great loss like a sharp knife and all I want is for her to let me be the guy who heals her heart. To let me love her the way she deserves.
"A soul doesn't just forget another." Nuri voices between the bond.
"I know." I've always known, she was never supposed to be mine.
"Be aware of him, something feels wrong and the lightning wielder and the little bird will be exposed to whatever they are planning." She confides, a lump forms in my throat.
"As long as I'm breathing nothing will touch her." I admit, my eyes watching her brush back some of her untamable curls as she turns to listen to something Sawyer says.
Markham clears his throat, "Now, to our second matter of business for the hour." He looks over at Professor Devera.
"Yesterday evening, there was an unprecedented attack on one of our largest outposts." She says, her shoulders straightening as she scans the room.
"Shit..." Imogen mutters next to me. A murmur rises among the cadets.
"And this, cadets, is no conjecture. No propaganda. No game." That last word was said with a sideways glance at Markham. "It's unprecedented not only in it's proximity. we've never had outposts attacked this close together before...but also because it involved three drifts." She lifts her pointed chin.
My focus shifts between Wren and the two professors up front.
"They attacked Samara a little after sundown, while most of the riot was wrapping up the day's patrol."
My body freezes....Xaden.
I can feel Wren's iridescent light caress me like a hug.
"The outpost was successfully defended by the three riders who were not on patrol. Their victory is nothing short of astonishing. While no riders were killed in the assault there was one rider severely wounded." Professor looks towards Violet, my heart starts to pump faster as fear starts to work it's way up my chest. Is it Xaden? It couldn't be, Tarin would know if something was wrong, and if he knew then they wouldn't be sitting here right now. Could it be her sister? She was at Samara with Xaden.
I spot Violet grabbing her bag from the floor and shoving the strap over her shoulder. Wren snaps her attention towards her friend reaching out for her. Violet is already moving down the row toward the staircase. Wren turns to meet my gaze, a silent agreement flashes across her eyes as we both stand moments later running after her.
