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signet.

“Fucking terrifying,” Sawyer answers. “I can’t wait for the entire year to
start wielding lessons so everyone can enjoy his particular brand of

instruction.”

We head out through commons and the rotunda and into the courtyard, all
buttoning up our coats. November has hit hard with gusty winds and frosted

grass in the morning, and the first snow isn’t far behind.

“I knew it would work!” Jack Barlowe says ahead of us, dragging
someone under his arm and thumping her head affectionately.

“Isn’t that Caroline Ashton?” Rhiannon asks, her mouth hanging open as

Caroline heads toward the academic wing with Jack.
“Yeah.” Ridoc tenses. “She bonded Gleann this morning.”

“Wasn’t he already bonded?” Rhiannon watches them until they
disappear into the wing.

“His rider died on our first flight lesson.” I focus on the gate ahead that

leads to the flight field.
“So I guess the unbonded still have that shot they’re looking for,”

Rhiannon mutters.
“Yeah.” Sawyer nods, his features tense. “They do.”

…

“You only fell about a dozen times that trip,” Tairn remarks as we land on

the flight field.
“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not.” I take deep breaths and try to

calm my racing heart.

“Take it as you wish.”
I mentally roll my eyes and scoot out of the seat as he dips his shoulder

so I can slide down his foreleg. The move has become so practiced that I

barely even notice that other riders are capable of leaping to the ground or
descending the proper way. “Besides, you could make it easier, you know.”