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than an adrenaline rush, but sure, we can go with that. Positive thinking for

the win, right?
“Yep. Pretty much desk duty for all the action they see near the Krovlan

border.” She shrugs and points about two-thirds up the course. “He said to

watch out for those giant posts jutting from the side of the cliff. They spin,
and you can get crushed between them if you’re not fast enough.”

“Oh, good, I was wondering when it might get difficult,” Rhiannon

mutters.
“Thanks, Aurelie.” I locate the series of nearly touching, three-foot-wide

logs that jut out from the rocky terrain like a set of round steps rising from

the ground to the switchback above it and nod. Go fast. Got it. You could
have included that tidbit, Brennan.

The obstacle course is the embodiment of my worst nightmare. For the
first time since Dain begged me to leave last week, I consider Markham’s

offer. There are no death courses in the Scribe Quadrant, that’s for certain.

But you’ve already made it this far. Ahh, there she is, the little voice
that’s been riding my shoulder lately, daring to give me hope that I might

actually survive Presentation.
“Still not sure why they call it the Gauntlet,” Ridoc says from my right,

blowing into his cupped hands to ward off the morning chill. The sun hasn’t

touched this little crevice, but it’s shining above the last quarter of the
course.

“To ensure dragons keep coming to Threshing by weeding out the

weaklings.” Tynan sneers from Ridoc’s other side, folding his arms over his
chest as he casts a pointed look at me.

I shoot him a glare and then shake it off. He’s been pissy ever since

Rhiannon handed his ass to him on the mat at assessment.
“Knock it the fuck off,” Ridoc snaps, earning the entire squad’s attention.

My eyebrows lift. I’ve never seen Ridoc lose his temper or use anything
but humor to defuse a situation before.