Finn

Corwyn spits me out at the feet of the team of guards, all in Tansy Beach indigo, who helped him subdue me. My arm burns, but it’s nowhere near as bad as my mark, which feels like it’s sinking white-hot claws into my heart. I have to go back. Xandra needs me.

A shift tingles in the back of my mind. I know I can beat Corwyn—or at least, I think I can. I glance over my shoulder at the mostly healed gash across his face. He could’ve let me do that so he could ...