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keeping the shields up around Navarre. Then again, not many riders try to

break into the commanding general’s office. “And I’ll be fine in there,” I
assure him, a smile tugging at my lips. “Which is funny, since I didn’t think

the same way the last time I was standing here.”

“Got it!” Nadine whispers, nudging the door open.
“If you hear me whistle—” Liam starts, worry lining his forehead.

“We’ll go out the window or something,” I assure him as Ridoc and

Sawyer rush past. “Relax.” Leaving Liam to stand watch, I join the others
in Mom’s office.

“Don’t touch the mage lights or she’ll know,” I warn them. “You have to

make your own.” I flick my wrist, twisting my power into a bright blue
flame and letting it drift over me. It’s one of the things I’m actually good at.

“How nice is this?” Ridoc flops down onto the red couch.
“We don’t have time for you to be…you,” Sawyer lectures, heading for

the bookcase. “Help me search for something useful.”

“We’ll take the table.” Imogen and Nadine start sorting through papers on
the six-seater conference table.

“Which leaves me and the desk,” I mutter, walking around the
intimidating piece of furniture and praying I don’t trigger any wards she’s

set. There are three folded missives in the middle, and I pick up the first,

revealing a sharp dagger with an alloy-infused hilt and what looks to be a
Tyrrish rune in the handle that she must be using as a letter opener or

something. I unfold the letter with as much care as I can.

General Sorrengail,

The raids around Athebyne have spread the wing too thin. Being posted

beyond the safety of the wards comes with considerable hazards, and

though I am loath to request reinforcements, I must. If we do not reinforce

the post, we may be forced to abandon it. We are protecting Navarrian

citizens with life, limb, and wing, but I cannot adequately relay how dire the