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wings amid way too many snarling dragons and snapping teeth. We’re not

the only ones anxious tonight. “We’re the best. We’ll win.” Her face is set
in lines of determination. “I can almost taste that squad leader designation

for next year.”

“You’ll get it,” I tell her, then turn toward Liam as we approach our
section. “What about you? Want to distinguish yourself with glory so you

can rise to squad leader?” He’s a shoo-in with his hand-to-hand skills and

stellar marks in classes.
“We’ll see.” He’s unusually tense as we keep walking.

We make it to our dragons, and I can’t help but notice that Tairn is

standing in what should be Cath’s spot, forcing Dain’s dragon to the side as
Dain does a head count. My egotistical dragon is already saddled with

Andarna under his wing.
Shit. They’re going to force Andarna to keep up with us.

“And if we take enemy fire, then you find the first available cover and

hide just like last scenario. You’re too shiny for your own good,” Tairn tells
her.

“All right.”
“What are you wearing?” I ask Andarna, who struts out from under

Tairn’s wing with her head held high, boasting a contraption that reminds

me of a saddle but isn’t.
“The wingleader had it made for me. See? It hooks to Tairn’s.”

I can’t help but smile as I see the shape of the triangle on Andarna’s back

that I’m sure fits the one on Tairn’s chest. “It’s amazing.”
“It’s just in case I can’t keep up. Now I can come along!”

Just another reason to adore Xaden.

“Well, I love it.” I turn to Tairn, who’s busy snapping at Cath to give him
more room. “Need me to attach anything?”

“I have it handled.”
“I’m sure you do.” Then it hits me. Five days. Damn. “Are you going to