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“You two have the weirdest relationship,” Rhiannon says, linking her arm

with mine.
“We’re not in a relationship.” I look up at Tairn, who’s surprisingly held

his tongue through whatever that was with Xaden and Dain.

“Go,” Tairn urges. “But do not wallow in guilt, Silver One. Whatever you
feel is natural. Allow yourself to feel it but then let it go. The wingleader

made a valid point. With a signet like that, you are the best hope the

kingdom has against the hordes of evil that seek to harm it. Rest and I will
see you tomorrow. I’ll get my own saddle off.”

“You’re most definitely in a relationship,” Rhiannon continues, tugging

me off the field. “I just can’t figure out if it’s the opposites-attract
partnership that has you two baring claws or the slow, lethal burn of

scalding sexual tension.” She glances sideways at me. “Now tell me how
the hell you two moved that fast out there.”

“What do you mean?”

“When Liam was falling, Feirge and I flew as fast as we could, but I
knew we’d be too slow given our angle and speed, and I thought you…”

She shakes her head. “It just looked like you were high above him one
second and had him in the next. I’ve never seen a dragon fly that fast. It’s

like I blinked and missed it.”

Now guilt bites into me for a whole other reason. Rhiannon is my friend,
my closest one here, if I’m being honest about what Dain and I have

become. Of everyone, she should know—

“Do not feel guilt that you cannot tell her. This secret belongs to
dragonkind, not you,” Tairn warns. “No one has the right to risk our

hatchlings. Not even you, Silver One.”

“Tairn is really fast,” I say in way of explanation. It’s not a lie, but it isn’t
the full truth, either.

“And thank gods for it. Zihnal must really love Liam, cheating death
twice today.”