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sorry.”

“Me too.” I sigh.
A door opens farther down the hall, and Liam Mairi walks out with his

arm wrapped around the waist of another first-year who bonded a Brown

Clubtail. Looks like everyone was celebrating last night except me.
“Good morning, ladies.” Ridoc forces his way through the crowd and

slings an arm around each of our shoulders as we enter the rotunda. “Or

should I say, riders?”
“I like the sound of riders,” Rhiannon replies, shooting a smile in his

direction.

“It has a certain ring to it,” Ridoc agrees.
“It’s definitely better than dead. Where’s your relic?” I ask Ridoc as we

pass through the columns of carved dragons and take the steps into
commons.

“Right here.” His arm falls off my shoulders, and he shoves the sleeve of

his tunic up to reveal the brown mark of a dragon silhouette on his upper
arm. “You?”

“Can’t see it. It’s on my back.”
“That will keep you safer if you’re ever separated from that massive

dragon of yours.” His eyes dance. “I swear, I thought I was going to shit

myself when I saw him on the field. What about yours, Rhi?”
“Somewhere you’ll never see,” she responds.

“You wound me.” He slaps his hand over his heart.

“I highly doubt that,” she retorts, but there’s a smile on her face. We
move through commons and into the gathering hall, then make our way

through the line for breakfast.

It’s odd to be on this side of it, and I startle at the sight of the guy behind
the counter.

It’s Oren.
He glares at me with a hatred that trickles like ice down my spine. I skip