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We all gawk.

“The magic consumes you,” Quinn adds, making the explosion sound
again.

“Relax, it’s not like a hard deadline or something. It’s just an average.”

Imogen shrugs.
“Fuck me, it’s always something around here,” Ridoc mutters.

“Feeling a little luckier now,” Sawyer says, staring at his fork.

“We’ll get you some wooden utensils,” I tell Sawyer. “And you should
probably avoid the armory or sparring with…anything.”

Sawyer scoffs. “That’s the truth. At least I’ll be safe during flight this

afternoon.”
Adding flight classes to our schedule has been essential since Threshing.

The wings rotate for access to the flight field, and today is one of our lucky
days of the week.

I feel a tingle in my scalp and know if I turn, I’ll find Xaden watching us.

Watching me. But I don’t give him the satisfaction of looking. He hasn’t
said so much as a word to me since Threshing. That doesn’t mean I’m alone

—oh, I’m never alone. There’s always an upperclassman somewhere near
when I’m walking the halls or headed to the gym at night.

And they all have rebellion relics.

“I like it better when we have it in the morning,” Rhiannon says, her face
souring. “It’s way worse after we’ve eaten breakfast and lunch.”

“Agreed,” I manage between mouthfuls.

“Finish the turkey,” Imogen orders. “I’ll see you tonight.” She and Quinn
clear their trays, taking them back to the window for scullery.

“Is she any nicer when she’s training you?” Rhiannon asks.

“No. But she’s efficient.” I finish the turkey as the room begins to clear,
and we all make our way toward the scullery window. “What’s Professor

Carr like?” I ask Sawyer, then tuck my tray onto the stack. The wielding
professor is one of the only ones I haven’t met, since I haven’t manifested a