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to never forgive my mother.

“Boundaries, Violence.” His head lowers for the span of a heartbeat, and
when it rises, he’s wearing that polished give-no-fucks mask he’s so good at

donning.

Lucky for us, the strain of the moment is broken as Tairn and Sgaeyl land
across the field ahead, accompanied by a shiny smaller dragon who makes

me instantly smile.

“We’re all flying today?” I ask, following as he walks toward the trio.
“We’re all learning today. You need to learn how to stay on, and I need to

learn why the hell it’s so hard for you,” he answers. “Andarna needs to

learn how to keep up. Tairn needs to learn how to share his space in a
tighter flight formation, and every other dragon but Sgaeyl is too scared to

fly closer.”
Tairn chuffs in agreement as we approach.

“And what is Sgaeyl learning?” I ask, eyeing the giant blue dragon.

Xaden grins. “She’s been leading for almost three years now. She’s going
to have to learn how to follow. Or at least practice.”

Tairn’s chuff sounds suspiciously like a laugh, and she snaps at him,
baring her teeth and coming within inches of his neck.

“Dragon relationships are absolutely incomprehensible,” I murmur.

“Yeah? You should try a human one sometime. Just as vicious, but less
fire.” He mounts with an ease I envy. “Now let’s go.”