Tairn Quotes

You must save yourself," Tairn demands. "I chose you not as my next but as my last, and should you fall, then I will follow.

Should I get the Wingleader?

Scratch her eyes out,” Andarna suggests. “Really. The eyes are the softest tissue. Just jab your thumbs in there—” “Andarna! Use some common sense,” Tairn snaps. “The kneecaps are a much easier target.

Good idea. I could use a snack.” Andarna’s tone is indecently excited. “We do not eat our allies,” Tairn lectures. “You never let me have any fun.

I could torch him if you would like,” Tairn offers. “But you do seem attached.

Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride. "Lightning wielder.

We do not eat our allies. —Tairn’s personal addendum to the Book of Brennan as quoted by Cadet Violet Sorrengail

I exist for Tairn, but I live for Xaden.

She makes a good point," Andarna agrees. "Can you carry a luminary?" "That question insults me." "Can you carry a luminary while insulted?" she prods. Tairn growls.

You have been the gift of my life," I tell Tairn.

Because Andarna will happily roast some scribes if they’re acting like assholes.” “Gladly,” she chimes in gleefully. “No,” Tairn rebukes. “Don’t encourage her.

You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?” “I’m glad someone said it,” Tairn chimes in.

Your scales aren't really black." "No." Even now, her scales are changing, taking on the grayish hue of the stone around us. "But he is, and I so badly want to be just like him." "Tairn.

You will not fall. I will not allow it.

I lift my flight goggles as Tairn walks off with Sgaeyl, their tails swishing in rhythm. It’s a little thing, but it makes me smile.

Should I get the wingleader?” Tairn flat-out laughs in my head.

You should end the enemy at your feet.' ... 'I can't kill an unconscious man.' ... 'He would kill you given the same chance.' 'Well, that's a statement on his character. Not mine.

Aren’t you going to tell me how brilliant that idea was?” Tairn scoffs. “I chose you last year for that brilliance, and now you’d like to be congratulated like it’s something new? How odd.

Stay close to the wingleader until we return,” Tairn orders. Surely he meant to say squad leader.

Quit telling Sgaeyl about my sleep habits,' I grumble at Tairn. 'I'm not dignifying that demand with a response.' 'Andarna is my favourite.

So, Tairn hasn't channelled to you, either, right?' Liam asks, a look of uncertainty, vulnerability on his face. I shake my head. 'I think he has commitment issues,' I whisper. 'I heard that.' 'Then stay out of my head.

I think I started falling for you that night in the tree when I watched you with the marked ones, but I began tumbling the day you gave me Tairn’s saddle. You’ll give some self-serving excuse, but the truth is you’re kinder than you want people to know. Maybe kinder than you know. —Recovered Correspondence of Cadet Violet Sorrengail to His Grace, Lieutenant Xaden Riorson, Sixteenth Duke of Tyrrendor

Are congratulations or commiserations in order?” Tairn lifts his head. “Shut up.

They’re a mated pair, Tairn and Sgaeyl. The strongest bonded pair in centuries.

Tell him if he harms you, I'll scorch the ground where he stands.' 'Oh, for fuck's sake, Tairn.' I roll my eyes and walk to Dain, whose jaw is locked, but his eyes are wide with apprehension. 'Tell him, or I'll take it up with Cath.' 'Tairn says if you harm me, he'll burn you,' I say as dragons to the left and right launch skyward without their riders, headed back to the Vale. But not Tairn. Nope, he's still standing behind me like an overprotective dad. 'I'm not going to harm you, ' Dain snaps. 'Word for word, Silver One.' I blow a breath out slowly. 'Sorry, he actually said, if you harm me, he'll scorch the ground where you stand.' I turn and look over my shoulder. 'Better?' Tairn blinks. Dain keeps his eyes on me, but I see it there, the swirling anger Tairn warned me about. 'I would rather die than harm you, and you know it.

Can you fly her back to the Vale?” I ask Tairn. “She’s…huge.” “I’ve killed lesser riders for that kind of insult.” “So dramatic.

Oh, Violence, you're going to have to learn to shield against Tairn or his escapades with Sgaeyl will drive you mad- or into someone's bed.

I chose you not as my next, but as my last, and should you fall, then I will follow". -Tairn

Why did you choose me?' I have to know, because as soon as we land, there are going to be questions. 'Because you saved her.' Tairn's head inclines toward the golden as we approach, and she follows after us. Our speed slows. 'But...' I shake my head. 'Dragons value strength and cunning and... ferocity in their riders.' None of which defines me. 'Please do tell me more about what I should value.

Let's go, Violet Sorrengail.' He lifts his head, and the golden dragon peeks out from under his wing. 'How do you know my name?' I gawk up at him. 'And to think, I'd almost forgotten just how loquacious humans are.' He sighs, the gust of his breath rattling the trees. 'Get on my back.' Oh. Shit. He's choosing... me. 'Get on your back?' I repeat like a fucking parrot. 'Have you seen you? Do you have any idea how huge you are?' I'd need a damned ladder to get up there. The look he gives me can only be described as annoyance. 'One does not live a century without being well aware of the space one takes up. Now get on.

We will feast on their bones, Silver One.

Every possible path may require breaking a few laws.” “Dragons do not answer to the laws of humans,” she counters in a tone that reminds me of Tairn. “And as my bonded, as Tairn’s rider, you no longer answer to them, either.

You have the power to be a pain in the ass, too. Trust me.

Think about that later,” Tairn commands. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” “Of course you are. I chose well.

Tairn?” It’s not just me going to war. “We will feast on their bones, Silver One.” Graphic, but point made.

We’ve always been the better-looking species,” Tairn

gods forbid Tairn not stand in the front row like the star of the show.

The Dark One didn’t cut it in the first place,” Tairn responds. “Stop calling him that.

One does not live a century without being well aware of the space one takes up.

I don’t like your selection in mates, yet here we are,” Tairn responds

Shit. What is this? Jealousy? Anxiety? Insecurity? “All three,” Tairn responds in utter annoyance. “To which I will remind you that not a single dragon chose her. You were selected by two. Pull yourself together.

Your hands are bound, too. Do you bleed often?' 'I try not to.

She makes a good point,” Andarna agrees. “Can you carry a luminary?” “That question insults me.” “Can you carry a luminary while insulted?” she prods. Tairn growls.

Do not speak to her as if death is a possibility,” Tairn snaps, slamming his own shields around us both, an impenetrable wall of black stone, blocking out Xaden and Sgaeyl.

She lost a dragon,” Mira shouts. “Not a boyfriend. It’s not a breakup.” Her gaze swings to Xaden. “No offense.” The emptiness threatens to overwhelm me again, but Tairn inundates the bond with a deluge of defiance and indignation. “Focus on now, on him if you have to.” I still have both of them: Tairn and Xaden. “None taken.” Xaden folds his arms but doesn’t look away. “We’re past the breakup stage.

Your wings won’t hold the weight of this ice,’” Andarna blatantly mocks him. “And yet yours miraculously carry the burden of your ego.” “Go find a sheep and let the adults work.” Tairn’s muscles shift

I know,” he repeats. “And I could call you Violence like the wingleader.” “You wouldn’t dare.” I narrow my eyes as I move forward, checking where his chest begins to rise. “And you know how much that ass annoys me.” “Annoys you?” Tairn chuckles above me, the sound like a chuffing cat. “Is that what you call it when your heart rate—” “Don’t even start with me.

Civil is overrated,” Andarna notes, flexing her claws in the grass. “I’ve never tasted gryphon—” “We do not eat our allies,” Tairn lectures. “Find another snack.

I would like to try an Unnbrish horse,” Andarna muses. “No,” Tairn and I answer simultaneously. Andarna sighs down the bond. “One day I’m going to stop asking nicely.

Clearly it was common sense that attracted you to the heir.” Sarcasm drips from Tairn’s tone.

Do not worry for him,” Tairn orders. “He wins no matter how this battle goes.

Your tantrum is ill-timed, Golden One,” Tairn growls. “Do not call me a child.” Andarna’s scales shimmer but remain black. “Do not act like one!” he snarls.

You're beginning to think - " Tairn starts. "Like Brennan?" I suggest as the wyvern enter our airspace. "Like Tairn," Sagely answers.

Why did you do that?' I cry, my fingers searching for purchase on his leathers to pull him closer. I settle for the back of his collar and yank. 'Why would you risk it?' Gods, if anything happened to them... His gaze collides with mine. 'That thing was going to take a chunk out of Tairn. You've saved my life and now it's my turn. No matter what you think of me for keeping secrets, we're friends, Violet.

Scratch her eyes out,” Andarna suggests. “Really. The eyes are the softest tissue. Just jab your thumbs in there—” “Andarna! Use some common sense,” Tairn snaps. “The kneecaps are a much easier target.

Deigh,' Liam whispers, falling limp against Tairn's back. 'I'll get you to him,' I promise, already fumbling with the strap's buckle. 'Deigh's gone,' I cry to Xaden, my voice a trembling mess. 'Liam is dying.' 'No,' I feel his terror, his sorrow, and his overpowering anger wrap around my mind, mixing with my own until it hurts to breathe. Minutes. We have minutes. 'Just hold on,' I whisper to Liam, fighting not to cry as he looks up at me with those sky-blue eyes, wide with shock and pain. After everything Liam has given up for me, this is the least I can do for him. I can get him to Deigh the same way I know he would carry me to Tairn or Andarna.

You are a rider, are you not?' 'That seems up for debate at the moment.

There's more than one way to fall.

You do not have the right to burn what is mine

And what would you have done with the knowledge had he shared it?” Tairn asks. “Stop bringing logic into an emotional argument.

Stay out of sight,” I tell Tairn. “I am as the night.

Do not overreact,” I warn Tairn, hoping it’s not my final request. “We still need this deal.” “I resent the implication that I am given to melodramatics,

Stay close to the wingleader until we return,” Tairn orders. Surely he meant to say squad leader. “You heard what I said.

You are the smartest of your year. The most cunning.' I gulp at the compliment, brushing it off. I was trained as a scribe, not a rider. 'You defended the smallest with ferocity. And strength of courage is more important than physical strength. Since you apparently need to know before we land.' My throat tightens from his words, emotion forming a knot I have to swallow past. Oh. Shit. I hadn't spoken those words. I'd thought them. He can read my thoughts. 'See? Smartest of your year.' So much for privacy. 'You'll never be alone again.' 'That sounds more like a threat than a comfort,' ...

I’m Xaden Riorson, the Duke of Tyrrendor.” Xaden inclines his head. “He’s probably expecting me.” Blue Sash blinks, then looks in my direction. “And you are?” Well, shit. My mouth opens— “My consort,” Xaden replies casually. “Violet Sorrengail.” What the actual fuck? My jaw snaps shut so hard my teeth click. I want our bond back and I want it back right now. He can’t just announce things like that without at least a discussion. “Are congratulations or commiserations in order?” Tairn lifts his head.

Dragons do not answer to the laws of humans,” she counters in a tone that reminds me of Tairn. “And as my bonded, as Tairn’s rider, you no longer answer to them, either.” “Rebellious adolescent,” I mutter,

I'm sorry she didn't tell you." "We will settle matters of emotion after matters of life.

Are you pushing for a reason?' Tairn asks. 'Can you give me one not to?' 'He cares for you. That's already hard enough for him.' I scoff. 'He cares about keeping me alive. There's a difference.' 'Not for him there isn't.

You've wielded lightning besides yesterday's display during the War Games?" I debate keeping my answer to myself, but my silence isn't going to help. "A few times." "And both times were the result of emotional reactions?" Tairn snorts, and I smack his foreleg with the back of my hand. "Yes." "Well, then start there. Ground in your power and try to feel whatever it was you were feeling." He goes back to his notebook. "Should I get the wingleader?" Tairn flat-out laughs in my head. "Shut up.

Remind her that I can sever her head with one bite,” Andarna growls, the sound higher than Tairn’s menacing rumble. “I will not. What does Tairn tell us?” “We don’t eat our allies,” she mumbles, but there’s a distinct tap of her talons against the rock floor.

You don’t know that,” Andarna counters with what seems to be her new default form of conversation—telling Tairn he’s wrong.

Stay close to the wingleader until we return,” Tairn orders. Surely he meant to say squad leader. “You heard what I said.” Or not.

You have been the gift of my life,” I tell Tairn. “It is not over!” he shouts.

Tairn scoffs. "I chose you last year for that brilliance, and now you'd like to be congratulated like it's something new? How odd.

Which part? Tairn saving my ass? Or being grumpy about it? Because yes, both are normal.

Andarna: “Can you carry a luminary?” Tairn: “That question insults me.” Andarna: “Can you carry a luminary while insulted?” Tairn growls.

I settle in against his warmth and lay my head on his chest, above the most comforting rhythm in the world besides Tairn's and Andarna's wingbeats- Xaden's heart.

Harder. Rougher. I can do that.” I nod, then reach into my Archives and yank a strand of Tairn’s power loose. “I’m sure you can, considering who you’re sleeping with,” Ridoc teases.

You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?” “I’m glad someone said it,” Tairn chimes in. “And…you.” It’s not my finest comeback. “Don’t forget Halden’s guard,” Ridoc adds. “I’m sure they’ll be super useful.

Shit. What is this? Jealousy? Anxiety? Insecurity?" “All three,” Tairn responds in utter annoyance. “To which I will remind you that not a single dragon chose her. You were selected by two. Pull yourself together.

Do you need me to bury bodies?” I ask, my hands moving quickly to sign. “Because Andarna will happily roast some scribes if they’re acting like assholes.” “Gladly,” she chimes in gleefully. “No,” Tairn rebukes. “Don’t encourage her.

After telling her there would be no logical way to explain her presence even if Tairn carried her, which she was adamantly opposed to, Andarna cursed Tairn's entire family line, then blocked us both and went to practice with the elders.

You sure?” Sawyer tilts his head. “Say the word and we’ll bury a body. We still have a couple of hours before we’re due in Battle Brief.” “Good idea. I could use a snack.” Andarna’s tone is indecently excited. “We do not eat our allies,” Tairn lectures. “You never let me have any fun.

My chest tightens as I stare into her unblinking eyes, choosing my next words carefully. “We always knew that gift would only last as long as you were little, and you, my dearest, are no longer little.” A growl rumbles in her chest, and my eyebrows shoot up. “Are you… feeling okay?” What the hell did I say to deserve that? “Adolescents,” Tairn grumbles. “I am fine,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes at Tairn. “We will leave now.

I have you,” Xaden promises, and the bands tighten. Power floods my body as I throw open the Archives door, and heat stings my skin. Gods, if I channel too much while attached to him… “He’s been a great deal closer when you’ve wielded,” Tairn reminds me, and— Nope, not thinking about how he knows that.

Would Riorson let you rush off into a battle against gods know how many wyvern—or worse, the venin who created them—when you’re wounded?” His eyebrows rise. “Yes.” I step out onto the midpoint of Tairn’s tail, my stomach settling at the familiar territory beneath my boots as I look back over my shoulder at Dain. “That’s why I love him.

Could you not crush our human?” Tairn barks. “I wasn’t even close,” Andarna snaps in return with a quick glare his direction as she flares her wings with the same result.

Wait. What are you saying?” “They’re a mated pair, Tairn and Sgaeyl. The strongest bonded pair in centuries.

Andarna is my favorite.” Tairn snorts.

I’m not dignifying that demand with a response.” “Andarna is my favorite.” Tairn snorts.

Quit telling Sgaeyl about my sleep habits,” I grumble at Tairn. “I’m not dignifying that demand with a response.” “Andarna is my favorite.

It’s the saddle strapped across his back that has me gawking. “I hear it’s all the fashion,” Tairn brags.

Then shield him out the same way you do me—or start talking back,” Tairn grumbles. “You have the power to be a pain in the ass, too. Trust me.

Adolescents," Tairn grumbles. "They're insufferable when hungry.

We do not eat our allies,” Tairn lectures. “Find another snack.

Focus on the next strike, not the last,” Tairn says.

See, I told you." Carr lifts the notebook. "The last lightning wielder said it made them overheat. Now do it again." Tairn chortles. "Not a single fucking word out of you," I warn.

I belong to Tairn and Andarna…and, in some really fucked-up way…Xaden.

Tairn chuffs. One day I might be able to translate that sound, but it’s not today.

Any chance you want to swoop down and set this shop on fire?” I ask Tairn. “As the Dark One said, it doesn’t bode well for international relations,” he answers.

Tairn.” “Not quite.” Rain bombards navy-blue scales. “Sgaeyl?” “You are an inconvenience for which there is no adequate measurement,” she snarls,

The bond goes dark. NO. “Tairn!” I scream, terror locking every muscle, stealing every thought but one: he can’t be gone.

Tairn!” I try again, mentally grasping for him, but there’s…nothing. “Violet,” Andarna cries. “I can’t feel him!

Xaden had taken a step. Right before Tairn landed, he'd moved...toward me.

You held your own and controlled your temper,” Tairn says, an immense swell of pride flooding my chest.

It would be a pity to kill her now. I’m hunting ten minutes away and I’d miss the show,” Tairn says.

This just got interesting,” Tairn notes.

would like to try an Unnbrish horse,” Andarna muses. “No,” Tairn and I answer simultaneously. Andarna sighs down the bond. “One day I’m going to stop asking nicely.

An emotional inconvenience? Is that what I am to you? - Violet You're currently a prized annoyance. - Tairn

I got the message to you just fine, human.' Tairn's head swivels in that snakelike motion that puts me on alert. He's more than agitated. 'And I barely made it.' The words come out clipped through clenched teeth. 'She would have been dead if I'd been thirty seconds later.' 'Seems like you had thirty seconds gifted to you.' Tairn's chest rumbles with a growl.

Then practice evenly dispersing enough magic to keep all your extremities warm during flight, because your wings won’t hold the weight of this ice,” Tairn growls into the falling snow. “‘Your wings won’t hold the weight of this ice,’” Andarna blatantly mocks him. “And yet yours miraculously carry the burden of your ego.” “Go find a sheep and let the adults work.

It’s been ages since I’ve honored the color of my scale in such a manner,” Tairn declares with a pitch of pride. “You blended in with the night.” Andarna scoffs. “Hardly an accomplishment.

She’s never been a fan of bullies,” Xaden says to me. “But don’t mistake it as an act of kindness toward you. She’s fond of the little dragon. Unfortunately, Tairn chose you all on his own.

I finished this for you,” Liam says, handing me a figurine as we climb the wide spiral staircase to the third floor. It’s Tairn. He’s even mastered his snarl. “This is…incredible. Thank you.

Is that how you feel when you dip your shoulder for me?” I ask Tairn. “Dishonored?” “I am the second-largest dragon on the Continent and a revered warrior. My tales are legendary. My mate unparalleled. My feats unmatched—” “Doesn’t change my question.” I cut him off before he starts to list his accolades. “It would take a great deal more than a change of posture to dishonor me,” he replies.

There aren’t any third-years on the field today, leaving more than enough room for the second-year dragons to spread out, but gods forbid Tairn not stand in the front row like the star of the show.

Didn’t feel like loaning your sheer intimidation skills to this show?” I ask Tairn. “I do not participate in parlor tricks,” he responds, his derision making me smile as Dain prattles on about something.

Can I take mine off?” Andarna asks, swiveling her head to gnaw on the metal strap across her shoulder. “No!” Tairn and I shout simultaneously. “No,” Andarna mocks. “Fine. I seek sustenance.” “You will wait until our welcome is assured,” Tairn orders, and Andarna huffs a breath of steam in his direction, then sits on her back legs and glowers. “Pick your tail up off the ground right now. Where do you think we are? The Vale?

And then Xaden lifts his brow at me. “No exceptions, Sorrengail.” “Now this is what I’ve been waiting to see.” Caroline bounces on her toes like a child. “Do me a favor,” I say to Xaden, unfastening the conduit’s leather strap at my hip and hooking it over my wrist so the orb fits comfortably in my palm. Then I take three steps forward onto the mat and open the door to Tairn’s power with a hell of a smirk. “Don’t let me hurt you.

Less than a minute,” Xaden whispers as Sgaeyl moves toward him— toward us. “That’s how long it took for you to fall out of love with me.” My gaze flashes to his. “Don’t read my…whatever!” Tairn stalks toward me, his head low and his teeth bared as he places himself at my back. “I didn’t.” The saddest smile I’ve ever seen tugs at Xaden’s mouth. “First, because your shields are up, and secondly because I didn’t have to. It’s all over your face.

You’re a menace. Stop it,” I say. “Tell him if he harms you, I’ll scorch the ground where he stands.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Tairn.” I roll my eyes and walk to Dain, whose jaw is locked, but his eyes are wide with apprehension.

I chose you last year for that brilliance, and now you’d like to be congratulated like it’s something new? How odd. - Tairn You’re impossible to impress. - Violet I’m a dragon, a Black Morningstartail. The descendant of— Tairn

Apologize,” Tairn demands, his voice low and sharp. “I’m sorry!” Varrish’s voice breaks. “Apologize to the one Andarna deemed worthy of her bond.” I try to swallow, but my mouth has gone dry. “Did he really just…” Rhiannon whispers. “I think so.” I nod. “His apology isn’t necessary to me, Tairn. Really. I’m happy to just not die today.” “It is necessary to me, Silver One.” His voice rumbles in my head. “I speak for Andarna while she is in the Dreamless Sleep.

It only takes one desperate generation to change history—even erase it. Gods, Dad spelled it all out for me. He’d always told me scribes hold all the power. “Yes,” Tairn says as we curve around the last peak, its jagged top bare of snow from the summer heat, and the mountainside outpost of Athebyne comes into view at the same time as the Cliffs of Dralor. “One generation to change the text. One generation chooses to teach that text. The next grows, and the lie becomes history.

It doesn’t escape my notice that Sgaeyl stands between Teine and Fann, Ulices’s cantankerous Green Swordtail, not next to Tairn, which either explains or is a result of his surly mood this morning. Mom and Dad are fighting, and everyone knows it.

Andarna snorts, then prances off toward the water, her wings tucked in tight. “Do not go any deeper than your claws!” Tairn lectures, his tail nearly taking out a tree when he pivots to watch her go. “I swear, if you get in over your head, I’ll let you drown.

You wouldn’t dare.” I narrow my eyes as I move forward, checking where his chest begins to rise. “And you know how much that ass annoys me.” “Annoys you?” Tairn chuckles above me, the sound like a chuffing cat. “Is that what you call it when your heart rate—” “Don’t even start with me.

Scratch her eyes out,” Andarna suggests. “Really. The eyes are the softest tissue. Just jab your thumbs in there—” “Andarna! Use some common sense,” Tairn snaps. “The kneecaps are a much easier target.” “Quiet time, now.” I slam my shields up, muting Tairn and Andarna as much as possible.

He scoffs. “And as for losing the shadow wielder, she would be emotionally inconvenienced, that is true.” I scoff at his bluster. “An emotional inconvenience? Is that what I am to you?” If so, then we don’t need to worry that my death would cause Tairn’s, or Sgaeyl’s and Xaden’s. “You’re currently a prize annoyance.

Three days?' Dain fires back, leaning in. 'You couldn't make it three days?' 'It has nothing to do with him.' I interrupt, setting my dragon down with a little more force than necessary. 'That's up to Tairn and Sgaeyl.' 'You never considered that it was you I couldn't stay away from?' I crook my right arm and jab it into Xaden's biceps. He doesn't mean that. Not when he's still adamant that kissing me was a mistake. And if he does... I'm not going there... 'Now, now, you'll give our little communication secret away if you can't keep from being so... violent.' He barely restrains a smile, obviously loving that he gets the last word.

A growl rumbles through Tairn’s chest, vibrating the saddle beneath me and the harness that holds Andarna to his chest. “I’d watch it,” I tell her, biting back a smile. “He might get tired and drop you.” “His pride would never allow it.” “Says the dragon who spent twenty minutes refusing to put on her harness,” Tairn fires back.

Violet Sorrengail, for the record, please tell me the name of the dragon who chose you." I lift my chin. "Tairneanach." The woman grins, shaking her head as she writes down his name. "I can't believe he bonded. Violet, he's a legend." "Andarnaurram." The sweet, high voice of the golden fills my mind. "Andarna for short." I feel the blood rush from my face, and the edges of my vision sway as I pivot on my good ankle, staring back across the fields at where the golden dragon -Andarna- now stands between Tairn's front legs. "Excuse me?" "Violet, are you alright?" the redhead asks, and everyone around me, above me, leans in. "Tell her," the golden insists. "Tairn. What am I supposed to-" I think at him. "Tell the roll-keeper her name," Tairn echoes. "Violet?" the roll keeper repeats. "Do you need a mender?" I turn back to the woman and clear my throat. " And Andarnaurram," I whisper. Her eyes fly wide. "Both dragons?" She squeaks. I nod. And all hell breaks loose. Two dragons. I have...two dragons.

Dunne isn’t going to appear and take up arms,” I argue, even though I know it’s pointless, then turn to stand at her side. Tairn has prowled to the left, giving me a clear view of the three approaching wyvern, while Feirge stands ready to fly to the right of the steps. “Of course not.” The priestess scoffs, and the wind picks up. “She sent you.

My name is Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and Fiaclanfuil, descended from the cunning Dubhmadinn line.” He stands to his full height, bringing me eye level with the canopy of trees around the clearing, and I squeeze a little tighter with my thighs. “But I’m not going to assume that you’ll be able to remember that once we reach the field, so Tairn will do

But you knew.” I look past where Liam dares to stare at me with sorrow, to Tairn, whose lethal focus lies straight ahead like he hasn’t quite decided if he’s going to burn Xaden alive or not. “Dragons are bound by bonds,” he explains as Xaden approaches. “There is only one other bond more sacred than that of a dragon and its rider.” A dragon and its mate.

Andarna is gone. Tairn leaves our bond wide open, giving me unfettered access to him in a way I’ve never had. He’s always been with me, but now I’m with him, too. I hear his side of the conversation when he tells the elders about Andarna’s departure. I hear him bickering with Sgaeyl over what he calls her excessive hovering, and I’m privy to the lecture he gives Xaden about making sure I eat.

You get one chance to form your own squad, and you choose your ex, your current lover, the quadrant’s resident smart-ass, two people who have tried to kill you in the past year—one over said current lover—and whatever Dain is? These are your choices for the most important mission any rider could possibly undertake?” “I’m glad someone said it,” Tairn chimes in. “And…you.” It’s not my finest comeback.

I thought you did it the first night Tairn channeled power to you, but I wasn’t sure, so I didn’t say anything.” “Really?” I blink, thinking back, but my brain is full of a pleasant, dull hum as sleep fights to pull me under. “When?” My eyes drift shut. His arms tighten around me as he tucks me closer, the backs of my thighs pressed tight against his pants as I start to drift off. “The first time you kissed me.

Get him out of my head," I toss in Tairn's direction. "You'll get used to it," Tairn responds. "Is this normal with all mated pairs and their riders?" "For some. It's a great advantage in battle." "Well, it's a pain in my ass right now." I miss Andarna. We're so far apart that I can barely feel her. "Then shield him out the same way you do me—or start talking back." Tairn grumbles. "You have the power to be a pain in the ass, too. Trust me.

The shadow wielder is not my concern.” “Sgaeyl is.” The saddle’s straps dig into my thighs, a constant reminder that I can’t keep my seat without it. “Sgaeyl would never be taken down by something as puny as a gryphon.” He scoffs. “And as for losing the shadow wielder, she would be emotionally inconvenienced, that is true.” I scoff at his bluster. “An emotional inconvenience? Is that what I am to you?” If so, then we don’t need to worry that my death would cause Tairn’s, or Sgaeyl’s and Xaden’s. “You’re currently a prize annoyance.

Tairn lifts his head, watching the flight before he turns his attention to the dais and exhales a sulfur-laced gust of steam, blowing Varrish’s thick black hair. “I think he got the message,” I say to Tairn. “If Solas comes near you again, he knows I will devour his human whole and let him rot within me while his heart still beats, and then I’ll take the eye I so graciously left him.” “That’s…graphic.” I’m not touching the question of their history with waves of anger still rolling off Tairn like a thunderstorm. “The warning should be effective. For now.

No, She's what you would call an adolescent. We need to get her back to the Vale so she can enter the Dreamless Sleep and finish the growth process. I should warn you before she wakes that this is a notoriously...perilous age." "For her? Is she in danger?" My gave swings to Tairn for the length of a terrorizing heartbeat. "No, just everyone around her. There's a reason adolescents don't bond, either. They don't have the patience for humans. Or elders. Or logic," he grumbles. "So, the same as humans." A teenager. Fabulous. "Except with teeth and, eventually, fire.

Denied,” the captain answers. “She does not meet with those unworthy of her presence, and given how easy it was to walk up to your encampment, the chances of your worth”—his gaze skims over the line of us, and he scoffs after a quick appraisal of my stature—“are minimal.” Fuck him. Branches sway as the dragons and gryphons walk out of the trees around us, loosely surrounding the platoon. “We made it easy, Captain.” I cock my head to the side and flip my dagger to pinch its tip as Tairn growls at my back, low and mean. Just the way I like him. “Rest assured, we can make it difficult, too.

When I look up, everyone is staring at me. “What? I kept the gryphons close and paired dragons with similar flight strengths”—my gaze finds Xaden’s, and he’s not amused with my group pairings—“except for ours. Tairn and Sgaeyl have the best chance of staying in contact when separated if the rest of these islands have the same level of magic. It’s better for the group if they split for the day.” He arches his scarred brow. “Just you and me today, honey bear.” Garrick swings his arm over Xaden’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he leans in and whispers. “I’ll take good care of you.” He flashes a dimple.

Shit. What is this? Jealousy? Anxiety? Insecurity? “All three,” Tairn responds in utter annoyance. “To which I will remind you that not a single dragon chose her. You were selected by two. Pull yourself together.” His metric is sound but has little to do with what I’m feeling. “But at one point Xaden chose her.” I lean into the right bank as Tairn hugs the face of the mountain, continuing to climb. “And at one point, you thought gruel was a satisfactory meal, until you grew some teeth and found the rest of the world’s food waiting. Now cease this line of thinking. It does not serve to make you stronger.

That sizzle of magic grows to a lethal, swirling vortex of energy, and though my feet are still firmly grounded, the power rises to a breaking point and the roof of my Archives disintegrates. Power crackles above me, swirls around me, wraps along my feet below me. I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been. I am infinite. A scream rips from my throat just as lightning splits the sky with a terrifying crack of thunder. The bluish streak of silver death slams into the tower, and sparks flare as it explodes in a blast of stone. Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride. "Lightning wielder.

Stop,' I put my hand on Xaden's arm. 'Xaden, stop. If you want me to go with you, I'll go. It's that simple.' His gaze shifts to meet mine and immediately softens. 'No fucking way,' Dain whispers, but it reverberates in my bones like a lightning strike. I pivot, dropping my hand from Xaden's arm, but it's obvious by Dain's expression that he now knows there's something between Xaden and me- and he's hurt. My stomach hits the ground. 'Dain-' 'Him?' Dain's eyes widen and his face flushes. 'You and... him?' He shakes his head. 'People talk, and I thought that's all it was, but you...' Disappointment drops his shoulders. 'Don't go, Violet. Please. He's going to get you killed.' 'I know you think Xaden has ulterior motives, but I trust him. He's had every opportunity and has never hurt me.' I move toward Dain. 'At some point, you have to let this go.' Dain looks horrified for a second but quickly masks it. 'If he's what you choose...' He sighs. 'Then I guess that has to be enough for me, doesn't it?' 'Yes.' I nod. Thank gods all this nonsense is about to be past us. He swallows hard and leans in to whisper. 'I'll miss you, Violet.' Then he pivots on his heel and heads for Cath. 'Thank you for trusting me,' Xaden says as I reach Tairn's foreleg. 'Always.

We're all learning today. You need to learn how to stay on, and I need to learn why the hell it's so hard for you," he answers. "Andarna needs to learn how to keep up. Tairn needs to learn how to share his space in a tighter flight formation, and every other dragon but Sgaeyl is too scared to fly closer." Tairn chuffs in agreement we approach. "And what is Sgaeyl learning?" I ask, eyeing the giant blue dragon. Xaden grins. "She's been leading for almost three years now. She's going to have to learn how to follow. Or at least practice." "Dragon relationships are absolutely incomprehensible." I murmur. "Yeah? You should try a human one sometime. Just as vicious, but less fire.

Andarnaurram.” The sweet, high voice of the golden fills my mind. “Andarna for short.” I feel the blood rush from my face, and the edges of my vision sway as I pivot on my good ankle, staring back across the field at where the golden dragon—Andarna—now stands between Tairn’s front legs. “Excuse me?” “Violet, are you all right?” the redhead asks, and everyone around me, above me, leans in. “Tell her,” the golden insists. “Tairn. What am I supposed to—” I think at him. “Tell the roll-keeper her name,” Tairn echoes. “Violet?” the roll-keeper repeats. “Do you need a mender?” I turn back to the woman and clear my throat. “And Andarnaurram,” I whisper. Her eyes fly wide. “Both dragons?” she squawks. I nod. And all hell breaks loose.

Tairn punches his tail forward, underneath us, swinging his body in a way I’ve never experienced, and I fall backward, my stomach lodging in my throat as the ground takes the place of the sky and the strap pulls tight across my thighs, holding me upside down long enough for my heart to pound in my ears twice. Snap. Bone fractures, and Tairn rolls right, dragging the broken-necked corpse of a wyvern with us, then releasing it once we level. I force my stomach back where it belongs and prepare to strike the other as it lunges for us. It snaps its jaws, teeth clashing mere feet from Tairn’s shoulder as it misses, cutting at least two years off my life. I extend my arm— “Do not!” Tairn orders, and a second later, brown scales consume my field of vision as Aotrom clasps the wyvern’s head between his teeth and bites as we pass.

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 my shoulders dip from the weight of it.

The Dark One didn’t cut it in the first place,” Tairn responds. “Stop calling him that.” My knee collapses, and I throw my arms out to steady my balance, cursing my joints as I reach Tairn’s shoulder. After an hour in the saddle at these temperatures, a pissed-off knee is nothing; I’m lucky my hips still rotate. “Stop denying the truth.” Tairn enunciates every word of the damning order as I avoid a patch of ice and prepare to dismount. “His soul is no longer his own.” “That’s a little dramatic.” I’m not getting into this argument again. “His eyes are back to normal—” “That kind of power is addictive. You know it, or you wouldn’t be pretending to sleep at night.” He twists his neck in a way that reminds me of a snake and levels a golden glare on me. “I’m sleeping.” It’s not entirely a lie, but definitely time to change the subject. “Did you make me repair my saddle to teach me a lesson?” My ass protests every scale on Tairn’s leg as I slide, then land in a fresh foot of snow. “Or because you don’t trust Xaden with my gear anymore?” “Yes.” Tairn lifts his head far over mine and blasts a torrent of fire along his wing, melting off the residual ice, and I turn away from the surge of heat that painfully contrasts my body temperature. “Tairn…” I struggle for words and look up at him. “I need to know where you stand before this meeting. With or without Empyrean approval, I can’t do any of this without you.” “Meaning, will I support the myriad of ways you plan to court death in the name of curing one who is beyond redemption?” He swivels his head in my direction again. Tension crackles along Andarna’s bond. “He’s not—” I cut off that particular argument, since the rest is sound. “Basically, yes.” He grumbles deep within his chest. “I fly without warming my wings in preparation for carrying heavier weight for longer distances. Does that not answer your question?” Meaning Andarna. Relief gusts through my lips on a swift exhale. “Thank you.” Steam rolls in billowing clouds from his nostrils. “But do not mistake my unflinching support of you, my mate, and Andarna for any form of faith in him.” Tairn lifts his head, cueing the end of the conversation.

Don't do this. Riders are known to die during War Games, and she's safer with me.' Dain argues. 'Anything could happen once we're away from Basgiath, let alone you taking her beyond the wards.' 'I'm not dignifying that with a response. This is an order.' Dain's eyes narrow. 'Or has this been your plan all along? To separate her from her squad so you can use her to get your need for revenge on her mother?' 'Dain!' I shake my head at him. 'You know that's not going to happen.' 'Do I?' he fires back. 'He's made a big deal out of the whole if-she-dies-I-die thing, but do you know it for a fact? Do you know Tairn won't survive your death? Or has it all been a ploy to earn your trust, Violet?' I suck in a sharp breath. 'You need to stop right now.' 'Please do quit while you're behind, Aetos,' Xaden seethes. 'You want the truth? She's a fuck of a lot safer with me beyond the wards than she is with you within them. We both know it.' The look in his eyes is similar to the one in Sgaeyl's, and it dawns on me why she chose him. They're both ruthless, both willing to annihilate whatever stands between them and what they want. And Dain is in Xaden's path.

You want me,' I put my hand on his chest and feel his heart pounding. 'And I know that scares you even though I want you just as badly.' He stiffens. 'But here's the thing,' I hold his gaze, knowing he could bolt at any second. 'You don't get to dictate how I feel. You might give the orders out there, but not in here. You don't get to tell me we can fuck but I can't fall for you. That's not fair. You can only respect what I choose to do. So we're not doing this again until I want to risk my heart. And if I fall, then that's my problem, not yours. You're not responsible for my choices.' His jaw clenches once. Twice. And then he pushes off the wall, giving me space. 'I think that's for the best. I'm graduating soon, and who knows where I'll end up. Besides, you and I are chained together because of Sgaeyl and Tairn, which complicates... everything.' He retreats one step at a time, the distance more than just physical. 'Besides, with all that pretending, I'm sure we'll eventually forget last night ever happened.' The way we're looking at each other tells me neither of us is ever going to forget. And he can avoid it all he wants, but we're going to end up right here time and again until he's willing to recognise what this is. Because if there's one thing I know for certain, it's that I'm going to fall for this man- if I haven't already- and he's halfway there, too, whether he realises it or not. Turning my back on him, I walk to the shattered halves of my throwing target and pick them up before heading back across my room. 'I never figured you for a liar, Xaden.' I shove the halves at his chest. 'You can get me a new one when you're ready to come to your senses. Then we'll blow off some steam.' I throw the aggravating man out.

dragons to the left and right launch skyward without their riders, headed back to the Vale. But not Tairn. Nope, he’s still standing behind me like an overprotective dad.

You're actually going to help me?' 'I've been helping you for months.' His hand flexes at my waist, and I swear I can feel the warmth of his touch through my cloak and leathers. 'No, you sent Liam to help. He's been helping me for months. My forehead puckers. 'Weeks. Almost months. Whatever.' He has the nerve to look offended. 'I'm the one who burst through your door and killed everyone who attacked you, and then I removed the other threat to your life with a very public, very polarising display of vengeance. Liam didn't do that. I did.' 'The crowd wasn't polarised. They were all for it. I was there.' 'You were torn. In fact, you begged Tairn not to kill her, damn well knowing she'd just come after you again.

You have to go.' HIs words are clipped and at odds with the heat in his eyes, his ragged breaths. 'Why?' The cold is a shock to my system without his body heat. 'Because I can't.' He rakes both hands through his hair and leaves them on the top of his head. 'And I refuse to act on desire that isn't yours. So you have to walk back up those steps. Now.' I shake my head. 'But I want-' Everything. 'This isn't your want.' He tilts his head up at the sky. 'That's the fucking problem. And I can't leave you out here on your own, so have just a little mercy on me and go.' Silence ices over between us as I get ahold of myself. He's saying no. And the shitty part about it isn't the chill of chivalrous rejection. It's that he's right. This started because I couldn't tell Tairn's emotions from my own. But those emotions are gone, aren't they? My door is wide open, and I don't feel anything coming from Tairn's direction.

When you told me that this place strips everything away from you to reveal what's underneath, I was afraid. What if underneath the brittle bones and frail ligaments, there was just more weakness? Only this time, I wouldn't be able to blame my body.' 'You've never been weak to me, Vi-' Dain starts, but I shake my head. 'Don't you get it?' I interrupt. 'It doesn't matter what you think- it only matters what I think. And you were right. But the Riders Quadrant stripped away the fear and even the anger about being thrown into this quadrant, and it revealed who I really am. At my core, Dain, I'm a rider. Tairn knew it. Andarna knew it. It's why they chose me. And until you can stop looking for ways to keep me in a glass cage, we aren't going to get past things no matter how many years of friendship we have between us.

Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride. “Lightning wielder.

Stay close to the wingleader until we return,” Tairn orders. Surely he meant to say squad leader. “You heard what

Tairn says if you harm me, he’ll burn you,” I say as dragons to the left and right launch skyward without their riders, headed back to the Vale. But not Tairn. Nope, he’s still standing behind me like an overprotective dad.

A growl rumbles in her chest, and my eyebrows shoot up. “Are you… feeling okay?” What the hell did I say to deserve that? “Adolescents,” Tairn grumbles. “I am fine,” she snaps, narrowing her eyes at Tairn. “We will leave now.

Take it easy on him. He’s my best friend.” Tairn snorts.

pivot toward the golden one, who is tucked in tight next to Tairn, surveying me with bright eyes as she flicks her feathertail. “I’m glad you made it.” “Glad” isn’t even the right word. Thrilled, relieved, grateful. “But maybe you should fly off the next time someone suggests you save yourself, eh?” She blinks. “Maybe I was saving you.

General Melgren’s dragon. I make out the patchy holes in his battle-scarred wings as he comes closer, his golden gaze focused on Tairn in a way that makes me nauseous. He growls, low in his throat, turning those sinister eyes on me. Tairn rumbles his own growl, stepping forward so I’m between his massive claws.

Tairn responds in utter annoyance. “To which I will remind you that not a single dragon chose her. You were selected by two. Pull yourself together.

lift my flight goggles as Tairn walks off with Sgaeyl, their tails swishing in rhythm. It’s a little thing, but it makes me smile.

Do you know Tairn won’t survive your death? Or has it all been a ploy to earn your trust, Violet?

These first-years would shit themselves if Tairn did so much as a fly-by.

Tairn scoffs. “I chose you last year for that brilliance, and now you’d like to be congratulated like it’s something new? How odd.

Wir fressen unsere Verbündeten nicht. Tairns persönlicher Nachtrag zum BUCH VON BRENNAN, zitiert von Kadettin Violet Sorrengail

A green blur comes at us from the right, and we both look as Rhiannon jumps from Feirge to Tairn, landing in front of my saddle in a crouch.

The dark wielder is only feet away, his gaze raking over me, no doubt looking for my weaknesses, when I feel the gust of wind from Tairn’s wings at my back. Now. I throw the daggers at the venin simultaneously, this time calculating for the force of the rain. The instant I see them slice through his boots, pinning his feet to the ground, I whip my arms out to the side, releasing all my power in a scalding torrent of lightning. I stiffen my arms and lock every muscle. Tairn’s talons wrap over my shoulders and grasp tight exactly as lightning strikes behind the enraged venin, lighting up the sky in a brilliant flash—and charging the water that covers the arena and the venin’s feet with lethal energy. The dark wielder shrieks in agony, then falls dead, splashing into the field as we fly overhead. I did it. Dunne be blessed, I did it. “You cut it close.” I roll my eyes and breathe deeply

Now. I throw the daggers at the venin simultaneously, this time calculating for the force of the rain. The instant I see them slice through his boots, pinning his feet to the ground, I whip my arms out to the side, releasing all my power in a scalding torrent of lightning. I stiffen my arms and lock every muscle. Tairn’s talons wrap over my shoulders and grasp tight exactly as lightning strikes behind the enraged venin, lighting up the sky in a brilliant flash—and charging the water that covers the arena and the venin’s feet with lethal energy. The dark wielder shrieks in agony, then falls dead, splashing into the field as we fly overhead. I

It did.” I nod. “Aren’t you going to tell me how brilliant that idea was?” Tairn scoffs. “I chose you last year for that brilliance, and now you’d like to be congratulated like it’s something new? How odd.

That’s it?” I ask Tairn as he holds position, watching the wyvern become a cloud of gray once again. How…anticlimactic.

Erinner sie, dass ich ihr allerdings mit einem Biss den Kopf abreißen kann", knurrt Andarna. "Das werde ich nicht tun. Was sagt Tairn uns immer?" "Wir fressen unsere Verbündeten nicht.

Tairn quickly locates ours, and riders scurry as he drops to an abrupt landing. “You could have crushed someone,” I lecture. “Could have, but alas, they moved.

Tairn?” It’s not just me going to war. “We will feast on their bones, Silver One.

I’d watch it,” I tell her, biting back a smile. “He might get tired and drop you.” “His pride would never allow it.” “Says the dragon who spent twenty minutes refusing to put on her harness,” Tairn fires back.

My name is Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and Fiaclanfuil, descended from the cunning Dubhmadinn line.” He stands to his full height, bringing me eye level with the canopy of trees around the clearing, and I squeeze a little tighter with my thighs. “But I’m not going to assume that you’ll be able to remember that once we reach the field, so Tairn will do until I inevitably have to remind you.

Tairn’s roar startles me, and I twitch, which only intensifies the already indescribable torture racking my body now. “What was that?” Garrick asks from somewhere to the left. “He basically said that he’ll cook me alive if I fail,” Xaden replies, holding me closer.

I’m sorry your rider died saving my brother.” “We will no longer speak of the one who came before.” Tairn’s voice is rough.

Why are you even here?” Dain challenges. “No offense, sir, but we weren’t exactly expecting senior leadership on this trip.” “You’re more than aware that Sgaeyl and Tairn are mated.” “Three days?” Dain fires back, leaning in. “You couldn’t make it three days?” “It has nothing to do with him,” I interrupt, setting my dragon down with a little more force than necessary. “That’s up to Tairn and Sgaeyl.” “You never considered that it was you I couldn’t stay away from?

It is the valley above Riorson House, heated by natural thermal energy, that is its greatest asset. For there lie the original hatching grounds of the Dubhmadinn Line, from which two of the greatest dragons of our time—Codagh and Tairn—descend. —Colonel Kaori’s Field Guide to Dragonkind

Pues que se joda. —¿Tairn? —No solo soy yo quien iría a la guerra. —No vamos a dejar ni sus huesos, Plateada.

Quit telling Sgaeyl about my sleep habits,” I grumble at Tairn. “I’m not dignifying that demand with a response.” “Andarna is my favorite.” Tairn snorts.

I'm not dignifying that demand with a response." "Andarna is my favorite." Tairn snorts.

Adolescents,” Tairn grumbles. “They’re insufferable when hungry.

But at one point Xaden chose her.” I lean into the right bank as Tairn hugs the face of the mountain, continuing to climb. “And at one point, you thought gruel was a satisfactory meal, until you grew some teeth and found the rest of the world’s food waiting. Now cease this line of thinking. It does not serve to make you stronger.

standing on end. “We’re twenty minutes out from Athebyne, so hydrate! We have no idea what kind of scenario is waiting for us,” Xaden calls out, his voice carrying over the squad. “You doing all right?” Liam asks, coming my way as Tairn and Andarna both take the few steps they need to access the water. “Stay with Tairn,” I tell Andarna. She’s a shiny target this far from the protection of the Vale. “I will.” Gods, I should have left her at Basgiath. What the hell was I thinking, bringing her out here? She’s just a kid, and this flight has been grueling. “It was never your choice,” Tairn lectures. “Humans, even bonded ones, do not decide where dragons fly. Even one as young as Andarna knows her own mind.” His words bring little comfort. When push comes to shove, I’m responsible for her safety. “Violet?” Concern furrows Liam’s brow. “If I say I’m not sure, will you think less of me?” There are so many ways to answer that question. Physically, I’m sore but fine, but mentally… Well, I’m a mess of anxiety and anticipation for what the War Games will bring. We were warned the quadrant always loses ten percent of the graduating class in the final test, but it’s more than that. I just can’t put my finger on it. “I’d think you’re being honest.” I glance to the left and see Xaden deep in conversation with Garrick. Naturally, the section leader made the cut for Xaden’s personal squad. Xaden looks my way, our eyes locking for a second, and that’s all it takes to remind my body that I had him naked a few hours ago, the lines of his carved muscles straining against my skin. I’m so damned in love with that man. How am I supposed to keep it off my face? Just be professional. That’s all I have to do. Though the way I’m hyperaware of each and every thing he’s said and done since leaving his bedroom pretty much makes me a walking example of why first-years shouldn’t sleep with their wingleaders, let alone fall in love with them. Good thing he’s only my wingleader

My saddle is stuck!” I tell Tairn as we climb back to the battle. “Good. Maybe you’ll stay in it.

Feed Tairn.

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!

I feel the blood rush from my face, and the edges of my vision sway as I pivot on my good ankle, staring back across the field at where the golden dragon—Andarna—now stands between Tairn’s front legs. “Excuse me?

Good. I’ve come because the Orders request your help.” I blinked, refusing to allow myself to look surprised even though a wild hope leapt to my skin. This had to be good… didn’t it? “For what?” “Lord Savoi’s son in Tairn is refusing to abdicate power, even though his family has been removed from leadership. It’s merely a tantrum. But we need bodies to march upon the city gates and scare him out of his hideout, and I would like for you to join. It will not turn to bloodshed. He simply needs to be scared.” “The Guard doesn’t have enough people to do this as is?” Max cut in. “One Fragmented girl will make all the difference?” “One Fragmented girl and one ill-tempered, moderately famous Solarie, if you’re cooperative.

Fine. Give me a name and we’ll see what Zeryth can do.” My heart lifted. “And in return,” Nura went on, “I expect to see you tomorrow at the gates of Tairn. Is this a deal?” I did not hesitate. “Yes.” Max stood there in rare, conspicuous silence. “Your friend is lucky to have you.” Nura crossed her arms, tilted her chin thoughtfully. “Be careful, though, Tisaanah. It’s easy to manipulate people who want one thing more than anything else.” I nodded solemnly as if this were new information, happy to be underestimated. But really, I knew this better than anyone. I just didn’t have the luxury of choices.

I hurried out into the living room, where Willa and Max stood somewhat awkwardly. There was a new, nervous tinge to Willa’s voice. “—And you know how it is, things are just so tense with the invasion of Tairn and all the hostility in Vernaya. Ascended only hope it won’t go to war— Oh!” Willa stopped short. Two sets of eyes turned to me.

I told you we were testing you.” “For admission to the Orders.” I had to fight to keep my voice level. “For something more than that.” I thought of the things that had never made sense before. Their insistence that I march on Tairn. The incisions where Willa had taken my blood. Nura’s unusual interest in me. My strange evaluations. But I refused to let my expression change. “Then what?” Nura and Zeryth exchanged a look. The smile stilled in Zeryth’s eyes even as it clung to his mouth. “To wield a weapon,” Nura said. And when Zeryth turned back to me, that smile was back in full, dazzling force, light glistening on his teeth. “To be a weapon,” he corrected. “A weapon powerful enough to save both our country and yours.

Xaden isn’t only twice as ruthless, but he’s dangerously unpredictable.” I blink. “Wait. What are you saying?” “They’re a mated pair, Tairn and Sgaeyl. The strongest bonded pair in centuries.