Flashback ( PDFDrive )

And because Fitz insisted, she also gave him a few more details
about her own battle with the echoes.
“That’s not everything, though—is it?” he asked when she’d
finished.
“No,” she admitted.
She still hadn’t told him about the monster.
“The nightmares . . . if I talk about them . . . if I even think about
some of them . . .”
“Then don’t,” he told her. “I get it. I’m sure there’s probably going
to be stuff I can’t talk about either.”
“Probably,” she agreed.
He slumped back against his pillows, letting out the kind of sigh
that sounded more like deflating. “Well . . . I guess that means no
Cognate training, huh?”
She wanted to deny it, but . . . “Yeah. At least until the echoes fade.”
The words killed her a little. She still hadn’t given up on her theory
that they’d been attacked to hinder their telepathy.
But there were too many risks at the moment.
“I’m sure Keefe won’t mind letting you join our skill lessons,
though,” she suggested.
Fitz snorted. “Great.”
“Aw, it’s not so bad. I know, it sounds like it’d be a disaster. But . . .
the lessons have actually been pretty awesome. I think I might’ve had
a meltdown without them—but don’t ever tell him I said that, okay?
He’ll start wearing tunics that say Foster’s Hero or something.”
“Sounds about right,” Fitz mumbled.
His eyes drifted to her hands and she realized she was fidgeting
with the pins Keefe had given her.