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coveted pair of riders this kingdom has seen in far too long. If I could offer

a piece of advice?” His eyes narrow.
“Please do.” At least he’s brutally honest, so I know where I stand with

him.

“Keep your loyalties clear. You and Riorson both have exceptional, lethal
power that any rider would be envious of. But together?” His bushy brows

furrow. “You would be a formidable enemy who command could simply

not afford to let exist. Do you understand what I’m saying?” His voice
softens.

“Navarre is my home, Professor. I will give my life to defend it just like

every Sorrengail who has ridden before me.”
“Excellent.” He nods. “Now let’s get to work. The sooner you can contain

the lightning, the sooner we can both stop freezing our asses off.”
“Good point.” I look out over the range. “You just want me to…” I

gesture to the mountains around us.

“Preferably anywhere but right here, yes.”
I stare out at the mountains in the distance. “I’m not really sure what I did

to call it before. It was an…emotional reaction.” And what happened last
night definitely isn’t up for discussion.

“Interesting.” He jots something down in his notebook with a piece of

charcoal. “You’ve wielded lightning besides yesterday’s display during the
War Games?”

I debate keeping my answer to myself, but my silence isn’t going to help.

“A few times.”
“And both times were the result of emotional reactions?”

Tairn snorts, and I smack his foreleg with the back of my hand. “Yes.”

“Well, then start there. Ground in your power and try to feel whatever it
was you were feeling.” He goes back to his notebook.

“Should I get the wingleader?” Tairn flat-out laughs in my head.
“Shut up.” I ground both feet in my Archives and power flows around