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“If you guys are this easily distracted, we’re fucked for the Squad Battle,”

Dain barks. “You can kiss any thought of visiting the front lines goodbye.”
We all snap out of it, and I shake my head like that might clear the

dizzying need that demands I do more than look at Xaden, which is just…

ridiculous. He only tolerates my existence because our dragons are mated,
and here I am salivating over his half-naked body.

It’s a really nice half-naked body, though.

“Get back to work. We have another half hour,” Dain orders, and I feel
like he’s talking directly to me, which would be the first thing he’s said

since my memory got Amber killed.

“She got herself killed by breaking the Codex,” Tairn growls.
Sure enough, when I glance his way, Dain’s eyes are narrowed on me, but

I must be reading his face wrong. Surely that’s not betrayal pursing his lips.
“Should we?” Rhiannon asks, lifting her staff.

“Yep, we definitely should.” I roll my shoulders, and we start again. I

match her move for move, using the patterns she taught me, but she
switches up the next attack.

“Stop defending and go on offense!” Tairn demands, his anger flooding
my system and throwing off my footwork.

Rhiannon sweeps low and flips me onto my back, knocking the wind out

of me as I collide with the mat.
I fight for air that isn’t there.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Vi.” Rhiannon drops down to a knee beside me. “Just

relax and give it a second.”
“And yet that is the rider Tairn chose,” Jack mocks, talking to someone in

his squad as he grins maliciously at the edge of the mat. “I’m starting to

think he chose wrong, but considering I haven’t seen you wield any powers,
I bet you’re thinking the same thing, too, aren’t you, Sorrengail? Shouldn’t

you have twice the ability to channel with two dragons?”
It doesn’t work like that with Andarna, but none of them know that.