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time in my life, I actually want to kick someone while they’re down…and

keep kicking until they stay down. “It’s just going to get its rider killed, and
it’s not like we get a choice if it wants to bond us.”

“You’re just picking up on that now, are you?” Ridoc shakes his head.

“We should go back,” Pryor says, his gaze darting around the group. “I
mean…if you think we should. We don’t have to, of course.”

“For once in your life,” Tynan says, pushing past Pryor to start down the

path, “make a damn decision, Pryor.”
We take off one by one, leaving the suggested space between us.

Rhiannon goes before me this time and Ridoc follows behind, with Luca

bringing up the rear.
“They’re pretty incredible, aren’t they?” Ridoc says, and the wonder in

his voice makes me smile.
“They are,” I agree.

“They’re honestly a little underwhelming after seeing that blue at

Parapet.” Luca’s voice carries all the way to Rhiannon, who turns around
with an incredulous look.

“Like this isn’t stressful enough without you insulting them?” Rhi asks.
I need to defuse this quickly. “I mean, it could be worse. We could be

walking past a line of wyvern, right?”

“Oh please, Violet, do give us one of your nervous-babble story times,”
Luca says sarcastically. “Let me guess. Wyvern are some elite squad of

gryphon riders created because of something we did at a battle only you can

manage to remember with your scribe brain.”
“You don’t know what a wyvern is?” Rhi asks, then begins walking

again. “Didn’t your parents tell you bedtime stories, Luca?”

“Do enlighten me,” Luca drawls.
I roll my eyes, continuing along the path. “They’re folklore,” I say over

my shoulder. “Kind of like dragons but bigger, with two feet instead of four,
a mane of razor-sharp feathers streaking down their necks, and a taste for