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they all knew Xaden was aiding the enemy.

I’m the outsider here.
“Good luck, Riorson.” Imogen tucks a piece of her pink hair behind her

ear, her rebellion relic peeking out above the sleeve of her flight leathers as

she turns to give us space.
My stomach drops and my mind races, grasping for anything but the

obvious, devastating truth as they all slowly follow Imogen back toward the

lake.
There’s a rebellion relic winding up a third-year’s forearm as he passes in

front of me.

Garrick’s here. He’s a section leader, but he’s…here, not with any of the
Flame Section squads. So are Bodhi and Imogen. That brunette rider with

the nose ring is Soleil, I think, and that’s definitely a relic on her left
forearm. The second-year from Claw Section? He has one, too.

And Liam…Liam is at my side.

“Tairn.” I keep my breathing as even as possible as Xaden stares at me,
his face masked like an emotionless wingleader.

“Silver One?” Tairn’s giant head swings in my direction.
“They all carry rebellion relics,” I tell him. “Everyone in this squad

besides me is the child of a separatist.” In the chaos of the flight field,

Xaden constructed an all-marked squad.
And they’re all. Fucking. Traitors.

And I fell for it.

I fell for him.
“Yes. They are,” he agrees, resignation in his tone.

My chest threatens to cave in as it truly hits me. This is so much worse

than just Xaden betraying me, betraying our entire kingdom. There’s only
one explanation as to why my own dragons have been so damned docile in

the presence of the enemy.
“You and Andarna lied to me, too.” The treachery of it is too much, and