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Formation breaks and we all scurry to our dormitory rooms.

“What do you think our orders will be when we get there?” Rhiannon
asks as we force our way through the bottleneck of cadets all trying to get

into the barracks. “More eggs to hunt?”

“Guess we’re about to find out.”
It takes ten minutes to wrap my knees and support my shoulders for a

long flight, then dress in my own flight leathers. It takes another five

minutes to detangle my hair from Xaden’s handling and braid it, which
leaves me exactly five to pack. I throw Xaden’s jacket in my rucksack just

in case anyone snoops through my room while I’m gone.

“Wear every single dagger you own,” Xaden demands, startling me.
“I’m already wearing twelve.” I continue throwing items into my

overnight pack.
“Good.”

“I’ll see you on the flight field, right?” If he leaves without saying

goodbye, I’m going to track him down and kill him myself.
“Yes.” His reply is curt, but I finish packing and head out, meeting

Rhiannon and Liam in the hallway.
A buzz of excitement accompanies the crowd as we make our way to the

flight field, taking rations the kitchen staff hands out near commons on our

way. No doubt we’ll be eating breakfast midflight.
When we arrive, it takes me a second to absorb the sight. Every dragon

from the quadrant fills the field, standing in the same formation we keep in

the courtyard, and hundreds of mage lights float overhead like hovering
stars, giving the space an otherworldly feel, as though we’re in a great hall

instead of on the flight field. It’s beautiful and menacing at the same time.

There’s a nervous mix of energy and anticipation and more than one
person hurling up whatever they’ve had to drink as the field floods with

riders.
“We’re going to win,” Rhiannon states as we make our way through the