Rowan had forgotten how it felt to move through the shadows without the ability he'd developed since he'd met Wren.
It had never been perfect. Half the time he still barely emerged on his feet instead of his ass. But now he definitely would have collapsed from something more than clumsiness if Wren wasn't there holding him up.
The very notion of him being a Shadow Walker hadn't just disappeared along with the rest of his non-Orderly abilities. It seemed to have regressed into something even less than non-existent.
His vision swam with the abruptness of it, even though Wren was doing everything in his power to mitigate Rowan's discomfort. Wren had always been a master between the worlds, but now that he was free of the chains that had held him back, he moved with a finesse that rivaled Ozul himself. It still wasn't enough.
