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the star of a first-year.

“I heard there’s going to be a mob of infantry guys there,” Nadine says as
she joins us.

“Don’t you prefer a little brain with your brawn?” Ridoc slides right in,

Sawyer at his side.
“You did not try to leave without me!” Liam shouts as he runs forward,

darting through the crowd as we move toward the staircase that leads to

Basgiath’s main campus.
“I was hoping you’d been given the night off,” I answer truthfully as he

reaches my side. “Don’t you look handsome.”

“I know.” He preens sarcastically, straightening his sash over a midnight-
black doublet. “I’ve heard healer cadets have a thing for riders.”

“Hardly.” Rhiannon laughs. “As often as they have to put us back
together? I bet they’re more into scribes.”

“What are scribes into?” Liam asks me as we descend the stairs in a sea

of black, taking the path we tread every morning toward the Archives.
“Seeing as you were almost one of them?”

“Usually other scribes,” I answer. “But I guess riders, in my father’s
case.”

“I’m just excited to see some people who aren’t riders,” Ridoc says,

holding open the door so we can pass through the tunnel. “It’s getting kind
of incestuous around here.”

“Agreed.” Rhiannon nods.

“Oh, whatever. You and Tara have been on again, off again all year,”
Nadine says, then blanches. “Shit. Are you off again?”

“We’re taking a breather until Parapet,” she says, and we enter the Healer

Quadrant.
“Hard to believe we’ll be second-years in a little more than two weeks,”

Sawyer says.
“Hard to believe we’ve survived,” I add. There was only one name on the