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Deep in the underground lake, another dragonet was swimming, although the temperature of the water didn’t bother her. Fathom’s great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-granddaughter dove to the bottom and then shot up out of the lake, soaring to the ceiling and spiraling back down with a splash. “Very impressive, Princess!” called the SeaWing named Pike, paddling in a small circle nearby. “Such speed! And grace!” The SeaWing with the skyfire bracelet snorted from the top of a rock. “Anybody can do that,” he said. “Not when you’re tied to your mother,” his sister said, squirting water at him with her talons. I’ve never flown as fast as I wanted or soared as high as I could go. Now I can do anything, anything I want. “Stop being such a mope, Turtle. So what if your entire winglet is gone? You’ve still got us.” She thwacked her tail into the water, sending a wave over the other three SeaWings in the lake with her. Unless Mother comes and tries to take me home. But I won’t let her. I won’t. I might be the most powerful dragon in the world, and if she didn’t learn that from what I did to Whirlpool, I can teach her some other way. The spell on Auklet’s harness should keep her away from me, though. If it doesn’t, I’ll come up with something stronger. “Tag! You’re it!” Barracuda called, tapping Anemone’s tail and racing away. The rest of the SeaWing princess’s thoughts scattered into laughter and the game.
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Tui T. Sutherland (Winter Turning (Wings of Fire, #7))