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“Signet power?”

“Not yet.” I shake my head, keeping the whole time-stopping thing to
myself like Xaden suggested. You trust him more than you trust me. In this

regard, Dain is right, and guilt drops my stomach.

“I see.” He clucks his tongue, glancing over at me. “You know your
siblings were both gifted by extraordinary signet powers. Mira’s ability to

manifest a ward around her and her squad has been an absolute asset to her

wing, and she’s been highly decorated for her valor behind enemy lines.”
“Yes. Mira is an inspiration.” I force a smile, more than aware of my

sister’s prowess on the battlefield.

“And Brennan…” He looks away. “Menders are so very rare, and to lose
one so young was tragic.”

“I think losing Brennan is the tragedy.” I heft my satchel up higher on my
shoulder. “But the loss of his signet was a definite blow to the wings.”

“Hmm.” He blinks twice and turns his chilling gaze back on me. “Well, it

seems the Sorrengail line is blessed, even in a rider as…well, delicate as
you are. With Tairn having chosen you, we’ll expect nothing but an earth-

shattering signet from you. Take a seat. You can at least start with the lesser
magics through your relic.” He waves me off.

“No pressure,” I mutter as we walk to obviously empty places in the line

with the rest of our squad.
“Don’t stress,” Rhiannon says as we take our seats on the padded floor.

“That’s what I was trying to remind you of earlier. You are Tairn’s rider.”

“What do you mean?” I set my satchel down next to me.
“You’re all worried about the integrity of the wing because Riorson might

have to visit to keep his dragon happy but, Violet, he’s not the most

powerful rider of our generation. You are.” She holds my gaze just long
enough to let me know she means it.

My heart lurches into my throat.
“Now let’s begin!” Carr calls out.