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“We already lost a rider?” My throat knots.

“Gleann chose poorly. He never bonds strongly anyway.”
Oh. My. God.

“If you keep holding me like this, your energy will go into keeping me on

instead of channeling when we need power for battle,” I argue.
“It’s a minuscule amount of my power.”

How the hell am I supposed to be a rider if I can’t stay on my damn

dragon by myself?
“Have it your way.”

The bands fall away.

“Thank yoooooh shit!” He banks left and my thighs slip. My hands slide.
I skid right off his side, my fingers fumbling for purchase and finding none.

Rushing air fills my ears as I plummet toward the glacier, raw fear
gripping my heart and squeezing like a vise. The shape of a body below

grows bigger and bigger.

I’m yanked upward as Tairn’s claws catch me, harnessing me just like he
did during Threshing. He climbs high, then tosses me again, but at least I’m

prepared for impact this time as his back rises to meet my falling bottom.
There’s a disgusted roar of something I don’t understand in my head.

“What the hell does that mean?” I scramble for the seat and get myself

into position as he flies level.
“The closest translation for humans is probably ‘for fuck’s sake.’ Now.

Are you going to stay in your seat this time?” He dips back into formation,

and I manage to stay on.
“I have to be able to do this by myself. We both need me to do this,” I

argue.

“Stubborn silver human,” Tairn mutters, following Kaori into a dive.
I fall again.

And again.
And again.