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recognize Sgaeyl if you see her,” Professor Kaori says.

“So you can fucking run,” Ridoc drawls.
I nod along while others laugh.

“She’s a Blue Daggertail, the rarest of the blues, and yes, if you see her

without her bonded rider, you should…definitely find somewhere else to
be. Ruthless does not begin to describe her, nor does she abide by what we

assume to be what the dragons consider law. She even bonded the relative

of one of her previous riders, which you all know is typically forbidden, but
Sgaeyl does whatever she wants, whenever she wants. In fact, if you see

any of the blues, don’t approach them. Just…”

“Run,” Ridoc repeats, raking his hand through his floppy brown hair.
“Run,” Professor Kaori agrees with a smile, the mustache above his top

lip quivering slightly. “There are a handful of other blues in active service,
but you’ll find them all along the Esben Mountains in the east, where the

fighting is most intense. They’re all intimidating, but Sgaeyl is the most

powerful of them all.”
My breath catches. No wonder Xaden can wield shadows—shadows that

can yank daggers out of trees, shadows that can probably throw those same
daggers. And yet…he let me live. I shove the kernel of warmth that thought

gives me far, far away.

Probably just to screw with you, a monster playing with his prey before
pouncing.

“What about the black dragon?” the first-year next to Jack asks. “There’s

one here, right?”
Jack’s face lights up. “I want that one.”

“Not that it’s going to matter.” Professor Kaori flicks his wrist and Sgaeyl

disappears, and a massive black dragon takes her place. Even the illusion is
bigger, making me crane my neck slightly to see its head. “But just to

appease your curiosity, since this is the only time you’ll ever see him, here
is the only other black besides General Melgren’s.”