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sound for a few minutes.

“You keeping any other secrets up there?” Rhiannon eventually asks.
Guilt settles in my stomach when I think of Xaden and his meeting with

the other marked ones. “I think it’s impossible to know everything there is

to know about someone.” I feel like shit but keep from lying, at least.
She snorts a laugh. “If that wasn’t skirting the question. How about this?

Promise me that if you need help, you’ll let me give it to you.”

A smile spreads across my face despite the terrifying greens we’re
walking by. “How about this,” I toss over my shoulder. “I promise that if I

need help you’re capable of giving, I’ll ask, but only”—I hold up my

forefinger—“if you promise the same.”
“Deal.” She smiles wide.

“You guys done bonding back there?” Tynan sneers. “Because we’re
almost to the end of the line, if you haven’t noticed.” He pauses in the

middle of the path, his gaze swinging right. “And I still can’t figure out

which one I’m going to choose.”
“With arrogance like that, I’m sure any dragon would feel lucky to share

your mind for the rest of your life.” I pity whatever dragon—if any—
chooses him.

The rest of the squad is gathered ahead of us, facing our direction at the

end of the path, but all their attention is focused to the right.
We pass the last brown dragon, and I inhale sharply.

“What the hell?” Tynan stares.

“Keep walking,” I order, but my gaze is transfixed.
Standing at the end of the line is a small golden dragon. Sunlight reflects

off its scales and horns as it stands to its full height, flicking a feathered tail

around the side of its body. The feathertail.
My jaw drops as I take in the sharp teeth and quick, darting movements

of its head as it studies us. At its full height, it’s probably only a few feet
taller than I am, like a perfect miniature of the brown next to it.