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Sgaeyl just like Deigh.

And Xaden… No matter how strong he is, Xaden won’t be able to hold
them forever. His arms already shake with the effort of controlling so much

power. He’ll be the first to die if I’m not exactly what he called me under

that tree all those months ago. Violence.
There are dozens of wyvern and one of me.

I have to be as strategic as Brennan and as confident as Mira.

I’ve spent the last year trying to prove to myself I’m nothing like my
mother. I’m not cold. I’m not callous. But maybe there is a part of me that’s

more like her than I care to admit.

Because right now, standing near the dead body of my friend and his
dragon—all I want is to show these assholes exactly how violent I can be.

I pull my goggles down as I turn to Tairn’s shoulder, mounting quickly.
There’s no need to ask him to launch, not when our emotions are aligned

like this. We want the same exact thing. Revenge.

I buckle the straps across my thighs as Tairn springs upward, taking off
with heavy beats of his massive wings. The bloodied wyvern has doubled

back, and Tairn flies straight at it. I don’t even care if it’s the same one that
just killed our friends. They’re all going to die.

As soon as we get close enough, I throw my hands out, letting all my

power loose with a guttural scream. Lightning hits the wyvern on the first
shot, sending the monster plummeting to the ground near the city walls.

But I never see the one coming at us from the left.

Not until I feel Tairn’s roar of pain.