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you about what happened out there—”

“Nothing.” The instructor folds his arms across his chest. “Is there
something I need to know?”

Jack pales, going white as a sheet in the mage light as another injured

first-year hobbles over, blood streaming from his thigh and torso.
“Everyone who needs to know already knows.” I lock eyes with Jack.

“Guess we’re done for the night,” Kaori says as a line of dragons flies in,

only visible by their silhouettes in the darkness. “The senior riders are back.
You two should return to your dragons.”

Jack huffs and marches off across the field.

I glance at the generals still gathered in heated discussion on the dais.
“Professor Kaori, has anyone ever bonded two dragons?” If anyone knows,

it’s the professor of Dragonkind.
He turns with me to face the arguing leadership. “You would be the first.

Not sure why they’re fighting about it, though. The decision won’t be up to

them.”
“It won’t?” Wind gusts as dozens of dragons land on the opposite side of

the first-years, rows of mage lights hanging between them.
“Nothing about who dragons choose is up to humans,” Kaori assures me.

“We only like to maintain the illusion that we’re in control. Something tells

me they’ve just been waiting for the others to make it back before they
meet.”

“The leadership?” My brow furrows.

Kaori shakes his head. “The dragons.”
The dragons are going to meet? “Thank you for tending to my ankle. I’d

better get back over there.” I offer him a tentative smile and head across the

dimly lit field to Tairn and Andarna, feeling the weight of every stare in the
valley as I stop and stand between the two dragons.

“You two are causing a ruckus, you know.” I look at Andarna, then
glance up at Tairn before turning around to face the field like the other first-