There was nothing she could say that would ease his anger. Best to keep quiet and let him get it out. The grains formed the shape of an arrow and zipped around them. One part of her wanted to ask him to teach her how to do that, and the other wanted to duck and cover.

“The Invisible Sword leaders thought I was too young. Too inexperienced. They wouldn’t even let me touch them.” The arrow swooped close to the surface, sucking up more sand. It grew larger. “And then you came along. No experience. Younger than me. You couldn’t care less about people’s lives. Just your own agenda.” He laughed, but it was a humorless sound. “After all that, you really did steal The Eyes of Tamburah.” The arrow slammed into the dune. Sand sprayed out in all directions, leaving behind a sunburst pattern.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” she asked.

He rounded on her. “What could I say? You did it to rescue me. I’d come off as an ungrateful jerk.” Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Jayden glanced around as if searching for a reason for his outburst. “I can’t believe I’m saying all this now.”

She touched his arm. “You needed to say it.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not like it’s going to change anything.”

It already had for her and she suspected for him as well. “Rescuing you was only one of the reasons I sacrificed my eyes. Dyani, the little girl who was poisoned, was another. And I realized I not only wanted to help the vagrants and the Invisible Swords, but that I could. Huh. I guess that was conceited.”

“See?” He gave her a wan smile.

“You’re right, bravery and conceit.” And, according to Rendor, insanity. “I never felt I was special, though.”

“But you’re sun-kissed.”

“That makes me an outcast, unwanted, and, if you believe the Heliacal Priestess, cursed. Not special.” She thought about why he’d think that. “Do I act like I am?” That would be terrible.

“No.”

One positive. Probably not enough for Jayden. “If you leave, I’ll understand.”

“Why would I leave?”

“You think I stole The Eyes from you.”

“You did.”

“My point exactly.”

“I’m upset but not stupid. We’re stronger together. Besides, who’s going to teach you how to move sand? Gurice? Ximen? I think not.”

“But you said Ximen can do all three magical techniques equally well.”

“He can, but I’m twice as strong as him.”

“Now who’s conceited?”

“Shut up,” he said with a grin. “And if you’re finished distracting me, let’s get back to the lesson. Smoothing out a boot print is on a small scale, but to be able to bury your body in sand, you have to command a larger area. You have to extend your focus and concentrate on what you want the sand to do.”