“Oh, thank the gods!” I smile down at him, my lower lip trembling uncontrollably. “Hold on—” “Violet!” Maren calls from across the field, and I look up to see her on Daja’s back, the gryphon sprinting forward through the rain, covering the distance quickly with Cat and Bragen on foot a bit behind. Tairn’s head snaps upward toward the battlefield. “Sgaeyl—”
