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Though this officer considers himself to be an expert on all matters

dragonkind, there is a great deal we don’t know about the way
dragons govern themselves. There is a clear hierarchy among the
most powerful, and deference is paid to elders, but I have not been

able to discern how it is they make laws for themselves or at what
point a dragon decided to bond only one rider, rather than go for

better odds with two.

—COLONEL KAORI’S FIELD GUIDE TO DRAGONKIND

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

“Absolutely not!” one general shouts loud enough that I can hear her all the

way from the little medical station that’s been set up at the end of the

bleachers for riders. It’s nothing but a row of a dozen tables and some
flown-in supplies to tide us over until we can get to the Healer Quadrant,

but at least the pain medication is taking effect.

Two dragons. I have…two dragons.
The generals have been screaming at each other for the last half hour,

long enough for a chill to settle in the night air and for an instructor I’ve
never met to sew up both sides of my arm.

Lucky for me, Tynan mostly sliced through muscle but didn’t sever it.

Unlucky for me, Jack is getting his shoulder examined about a dozen feet
away. He strutted over from the back of an Orange Scorpiontail to record

his bond with the roll-keeper, who’d kept doing her job regardless of the
generals arguing on the dais behind her.

Jack hasn’t quit staring at Tairn across the field.

“How is that?” Professor Kaori asks quietly, tightening the straps around