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has already risen. With Liam in the infirmary, I’ll be solo for my Archives

trip today, but I might be able to sneak in to see him on the way back.
I’m lacing my boots when there’s a knock at my door.

“You have to be kidding,” I say loudly enough for the knocker to hear.

“Just because Liam is healing doesn’t mean I need another”—I wrench the
door open and stumble over the last word—“bodyguard.”

Professor Carr stands in my hallway, his hair standing on end as he looks

at me with scientific appraisal, then lifts his eyebrows as he stares past me
into the wreckage of my room. “We have work to do.”

“I have Archives duty,” I argue.

He snorts. “You’re off Archives duty until we can be sure you’re not
going to burn the place down. Lightning and paper don’t mix well. Trust

me, Sorrengail, the scribes aren’t going to want you anywhere near their
precious books, and from the looks of it, you can’t even control your

powers in your sleep.”

I try to ignore the sting of his words, since he’s far off, but end up
following him down the hall when he leaves. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you won’t start a forest fire,” he says without looking back.
Twenty minutes later, we’re in the flight field, and to my surprise, Tairn is

saddled.

“How the hell did you do that?”
He chuffs in indignation. “As if I’d let them design something I couldn’t

figure out how to get on myself. Remember where you get your power from,

Silver One.”
“How’s Andarna?” I ask as Professor Carr thrusts a satchel into my

hands. “What is this for?”

“Sleeping, but she’s fine,” Tairn promises.
“Breakfast,” Carr answers. “With all the wielding you’re about to do,

you’re going to need it.” He climbs onto his Orange Daggertail and, after I
mount Tairn and strap in, we’re airborne.