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The most worrisome sight for any instructor is most definitely when

powers backfire. We lost nine cadets my first year to signets that
could not be controlled from their first manifestation. Pity.

—MAJOR AFENDRA’S GUIDE TO THE RIDERS QUADRANT

(UNAUTHORIZED EDITION)

CHAPTER

TWENTY-THREE

“I don’t even know what I was thinking,” I say to Rhiannon as I sit cross-

legged on her bed, watching her pack her satchel with books for the

afternoon. The relic on my back burns today, as if it needs to remind me
that I can channel now, and I roll my shoulders to try and relieve the

sensation, but it’s impossible. My clock has started.

“I can’t believe you managed to wait this long to tell me.” She lifts the
canvas strap over her head and turns, leaning back against her desk. “And

that’s not judgment. Far from it. I’m all for you exploring…whatever it is

you want to explore.”
“I’ve been with Liam from the second I walked out the door this

morning, and last night I was a little too discombobulated to put it into
words.” The knot between my shoulders has me rolling my neck, looking

for some relief. With flight lessons and Imogen using weight training to

strengthen the muscles around my joints in hopes they won’t subluxate as
often—which is hit or miss right now—I’m a mass of aches and tightness.

“Between Tairn finally channeling and then everything else, it was just a
night.”

“Good point.” A grin shapes her mouth and her brown eyes sparkle. “Was

it good? Tell me it was good. That man looks like he knows exactly what