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“Hi.” I wave awkwardly as she walks away, then turn to whisper to Ridoc

                and Rhiannon. “She hasn’t spoken to me since I took one of her daggers in
                that challenge.”

                   “It’s because you bonded Tairn.” Imogen blows her pink hair out of her

                face and throws her leg over the bench across from us to sit, pushing up the
                sleeves of her tunic and revealing her rebellion relic. “The morning after

                Threshing  is  always  a  clusterfuck.  Power  balance  shifts,  and  you,  little

                Sorrengail, are now  about to be the most powerful rider in the quadrant.
                Anyone with common sense is going to be scared of you.”

                   I blink, my pulse elevating. Is that what’s going on? I look around the hall

                and take note. Social groups have split up, and some of the cadets I would
                have considered threats are no longer sitting where they usually do.

                   “Which is why you’re now sitting with us?” Rhiannon arches a brow at
                the  second-year.  “Because  I  can  count  on  one  hand  the  number  of  nice

                words you’ve said to any of us.” She holds up a fist with zero fingers raised.

                   Quinn—the tall second-year in our squad who hasn’t bothered to so much
                as look our way since Parapet—takes a seat next to Imogen, and Sawyer

                arrives, sitting on Rhiannon’s other side. Quinn tucks her blond curls behind
                her ears and brushes her bangs out of her eyes, her round cheeks rising as

                she smiles at something Imogen says. Have to admit, the hooped piercings

                that line the shells of both her ears are pretty awesome, and among her half
                dozen patches, it’s the dark-green one—the same color as her eyes—with

                two silhouettes that’s most intriguing. I should have studied up on what all

                the patches mean, but according to what I’ve heard, they change every year.
                   I’m personally a fan of the first ones we’ve been given. I had to sew the

                flame-shaped  patch  with  the  emblem  for  Fourth  Wing  and  the  centered,

                reddish number two with great care, being sure to only stitch the fabric of
                my corseted armor, since it’s not like any needle is going to penetrate the

                scales.
                   My  favorite  patch,  though,  is  the  one  beside  the  Flame  Section  one.
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