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We’re the squad to have the most surviving members since Parapet, this

year’s Iron Squad.
“You weren’t interesting enough to sit with before,” Imogen responds,

then bites into a muffin.

“I usually sit with my girlfriend in Claw Section. Besides, no use getting
to know you when most of you die,” Quinn adds, tucking her curls away

again, just to have them spring forward. “No offense.”

“None taken?” I start on my apple.
I nearly spit it out when Heaton and Emery, the only third-years in our

squad, flank Imogen and Quinn on the bench across from us.

The only people we’re missing are Dain and Cianna, who are eating with
leadership as usual.

“I thought Seifert would bond,” Heaton says to Emery across the table, as
though we’ve caught them mid-discussion. The normally red flames in their

hair are green today. “Other than losing to Sorrengail, he nailed every

challenge.”
“He tried to kill Andarna.” Shit. Maybe I should have kept that to myself.

Every head at the table turns toward me.
“My guess would be that Tairn told the others.” I shrug.

“But Barlowe bonded?” Ridoc questions. “Though from what I’ve heard,

his Orange Scorpiontail is on the smaller side.”
“She is,” Quinn confirms. “Which is why he’s struggling this morning.”

“Don’t worry—I’m sure he’ll make up for his lack of social standing in

other ways,” Rhiannon mutters, her gaze narrowing on my tray. “You have
to have some protein, Vi. You can’t just survive on fruit.”

“It’s the only food I can be sure isn’t tampered with, especially with Oren

behind the counter.” I busy myself with peeling an orange.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Imogen scrapes three pieces of sausage onto my

plate. “She’s right. You’re going to need all your strength to ride, especially
with a dragon as big as Tairn.”