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me…” He shakes his head.

Oh. This is all about politics for him. “Right.” I nod slowly. “I get it.” It
shouldn’t matter that the only reason he isn’t pursuing me is rank, and it

honestly doesn’t. But it definitely makes me lose a little respect for him,

which is something I never expected.
“And maybe next year, if you’re in a different wing, or even after

graduation,” he starts, hope lighting up his eyes.

“Sorrengail, let’s go. I am not sitting around all night,” Imogen calls from
the doorway, her arms folded across her chest. “If our squad leader is done

with you, that is.”

Dain rears back, glancing between Imogen and me. “She’s training you?”
“She offered.” I shrug.

“Squad loyalty and all that. Blah, blah.” Imogen offers a smile that
doesn’t reach her eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of her. Bye,

Aetos.”

I toss Dain a quick smile and walk away, refusing to look over my
shoulder to see if he’s still there. She quickly follows after me, then leads

me toward the corner on the left where glass meets stone and pushes open a
door I’ve never taken the time to notice before.

The room is lit with mage lights and full of a variety of wooden

machinery with racks and ropes and pulleys, benches with levers, and bars
attached to the wall.

And on the other side, doing push-ups on a mat, is one of the first-year

Tyrs I saw in the woods that night, Garrick crouched down next to her,
urging her on.

“Don’t worry, Sorrengail,” Imogen coos in a saccharine-sweet tone.

“There’s only three of us in here. You’re perfectly safe.”
Garrick turns, his gaze meeting mine even as he continues calling off reps

for the other first-year. He nods once, then goes back to his task.
“You’re the only one I worry about,” I say as she leads me to a machine