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“We have to get to formation.” His hands cradle my face. “And if I have

to go, then don’t worry. I’m sure Sgaeyl will drag me back in a few days.”
He leans in and kisses me hard and quick. “Wanting you will be the death of

me. Let’s go.”

The best thing about a war college in complete and utter chaos? No one
notices when I slip out of my wingleader’s room and into the sea of riders,

all tugging on their own clothes to get to formation. Everyone is running on

adrenaline, too busy getting their shit together to notice what I’m doing or
the brief touch of Xaden’s hand against mine before he heads toward

leadership gathered near the dais in the courtyard.

I’m not the only one still in my dress uniform, either.
The wind has a bite to it as I make it into formation, but at least Xaden’s

flight jacket keeps my hair tucked away.
“This had better be good, because I was finally taking my shot with that

gorgeous brunette healer,” Ridoc whines as he steps into formation behind

me.
Liam stands to my right, still buttoning the top on his uniform.

“Good night?” I ask Liam.
“Fine,” he mutters, his cheeks turning pink in the moonlight.

“Anyone seen Dain?” I ask Nadine as she steps into formation ahead of

me.
“All the squad leaders are with leadership,” she answers over her

shoulder as Rhiannon jogs up.

Rhi cracks a huge yawn, then glances my way and does a double-take.
“Violet Sorrengail,” she whispers, moving closer. “Are you wearing

Riorson’s flight jacket?”

Liam’s head snaps in my direction, curse his stupidly good hearing.
“Why would you say that?” I do a shitty job of feigning shock and shove

the sheaths into every available pocket in this thing. All three of them,
which are considerably deeper than the ones in my own jacket.