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“Let’s get out of here.” She swallows, her gaze darting toward the line of
dragons.
“Good idea.”
She turns and walks back to her place, and once there’s fifteen feet
between us, I follow.
“I think I just shat myself,” Ridoc says, and my laughter only pitches
higher as we move through the field.
“Honestly, I thought they were going to eat you,” Luca remarks.
“Me too,” I admit.
“I wouldn’t have blamed them,” she continues.
“You’re insufferable,” Ridoc calls back.
I focus on the path and keep walking.
“What? She’s obviously our weakest link after Pryor, and I don’t blame
them for snuffing him out,” she argues. “He could never make a decision,
and no one wants someone like that as their rider—”
A blast of heat singes my back and I halt.
Don’t be Ridoc. Don’t be—
“Guess the dragons think she’s insufferable, too,” Ridoc mutters.
Our squad is down to six first-years.
