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better chances for advancement as a rider, but she wanted me to enter the

Healer Quadrant.”
“Mine always knew I wanted this, so they’ve been pretty supportive.

Besides, they have my twin to dote on. Raegan’s already living her dream,

married and expecting a baby.” Rhiannon glances back at me. “What about
you? Let me guess. With a name like Sorrengail, I bet you were the first to

volunteer this year.”

“I was more like volun-told.” My answer is far less enthusiastic than hers.
“Gotcha.”

“And riders do get way better perks than other officers,” I say to Dylan as

the line moves upward again. The snickering candidate behind me catches
up, sweating and red. Look who isn’t snickering now. “Better pay, more

leniency with the uniform policy,” I continue. No one gives a shit what
riders wear as long as it’s black. The only rules that apply to riders are the

ones I’ve memorized from the Codex.

“And the right to call yourself a supreme badass,” Rhiannon adds.
“That too,” I agree. “Pretty sure they issue you an ego with your flight

leathers.”
“Plus, I’ve heard that riders are allowed to marry sooner than the other

quadrants,” Dylan adds.

“True. Right after graduation.” If we survive. “I think it has something to
do with wanting to continue bloodlines.” Most successful riders are

legacies.

“Or because we tend to die sooner than the other quadrants,” Rhiannon
muses.

“I’m not dying,” Dylan says with way more confidence than I feel as he

tugs a necklace from under his tunic to reveal a ring dangling from the
chain. “She said it would be bad luck to propose before I left, so we’re

waiting until graduation.” He kisses the ring and tucks the chain back under
his collar. “The next three years are going to be long ones, but they’ll be