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Sawyer—”

“You could let him tell the story,” Rhiannon chides, rolling her eyes.
“No thank you,” Sawyer counters, shaking his head, staring at his fork

with a hefty dose of fear.

Ridoc grins, in all his glory telling the story. “And then the sword just
twists in Sawyer’s hand, curving toward the third-year even though Sawyer

was way off the mark.” He grimaces in Sawyer’s direction. “Sorry, man, but

you were. If your sword hadn’t decided to warp and go straight for that
guy’s arm—”

“You’re a metallurgist?” Quinn’s eyebrows rise. “Really?”

Holy crap, Sawyer can manipulate metals. I force down a little more
turkey and openly stare at him. As far as I know, he’s the first of us to

display any form of power, let alone a signet.
Sawyer nods. “That’s what Carr says. Aetos dragged me straight to the

professor when he saw it happen.”

“I’m so jealous!” Ridoc grabs his chest. “I want my signet power to
manifest!”

“You wouldn’t be so excited if it meant you weren’t sure if your fork
would stab into the roof of your mouth because you can’t control it yet.”

Sawyer shoves his tray away.

“Good point.” Ridoc looks at his own tray.
“You’ll manifest when your dragon is ready to trust you with all that

power,” Quinn says, then finishes off her water. “Just hope your dragons

trust you before about six months and—” She makes a sound like an
explosion and mimics it with her hands.

“Stop scaring the children,” Imogen says. “That hasn’t happened in”—

she pauses to think—“decades.” When we all stare at her, she rolls her eyes.
“Look, the relic your dragons transferred onto you at Threshing is the

conduit to let all that magic into your body. If you don’t manifest a signet
and let it out, then after a bunch of months, bad things happen.”