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It is therefore only natural that the more powerful the dragon, the

more powerful the signet its rider manifests. One should beware of a
strong rider who bonds a smaller dragon, but even warier of the
unbonded cadet, who will stop at nothing to seize a chance to bond.

—MAJOR AFENDRA’S GUIDE TO THE RIDERS QUADRANT
(UNAUTHORIZED EDITION)

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

After sleeping in the crowded barracks for the last two months, it’s weird,

and oddly decadent, to have my own room. I’ll never take the luxury of
privacy for granted again.

I close my door behind me as I limp into the hallway.

Rhiannon’s door, across the small hall from mine, opens and I see
Sawyer’s tall, lean frame come out. He runs his fingers through his hair, and

when he sees me, his eyebrows rise and he freezes—his cheeks almost as
red as his freckles.

“Good morning.” I grin.

“Violet.” He forces an awkward smile and walks off, headed toward the
main hallway of the first-year dormitory.

A couple from Second Wing holds hands as they come out of the room
next to Rhiannon’s, and I offer them a smile as I lean back against my door

and wait, testing my ankle by rolling it. It’s sore, just like every time I

sprain it, but the brace and my boot hold it in place well enough to keep my
weight on it. If I were anywhere else, I would call for crutches, but that

would just put another target on my back, and according to Xaden, I already

have a big enough one as it is.