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Don’t freak out if you can’t immediately channel your dragon’s

powers, Mira. Yeah, I know you have to be the best at everything, but
this isn’t something you can control. They’ll channel when they feel
you’re ready. And once they do, you’d better be ready to manifest a

signet. Until then, you’re not ready. Don’t push it.

—PAGE SIXTY-ONE, THE BOOK OF BRENNAN

CHAPTER

TWENTY-ONE

“This really isn’t necessary.” I glance sideways at Liam as we make our

way toward the door of the Archives. The cart doesn’t even squeak
anymore. He fixed that the very first day.

“So you’ve told me for the last week.” He shoots me a grin, revealing a
dimple.

“And yet you’re still here. Every day. All day.” It’s not that I don’t like

him. To my absolute annoyance, he’s actually…nice. Courteous, funny, and
ridiculously helpful. He makes it difficult to loathe his constant presence,

even though he leaves wood shavings in little piles everywhere he goes—

which is everywhere I go now. The guy is constantly whittling with that
smaller knife of his. Yesterday he finished the figurine of a bear.

“Until otherwise ordered,” he says.

I shake my head at him as Pierson jolts upright at the Archives doors,
straightening his cream tunic. “Good morning, Cadet Pierson.”

“You as well, Cadet Sorrengail.” He offers me a polite smile, which dies
as he glances at Liam. “Cadet Mairi.”

“Cadet Pierson,” Liam responds, as if the scribe’s tone hadn’t completely

changed.