“Can Tairn take Codagh?” Aaric asks as I throw my pack onto my back. My mouth opens and shuts as I think of General Melgren’s dragon. I don’t even want the answer to that question. And Tairn is suspiciously quiet. “Shortest revolution in history.” Sawyer mutters a swear word and yanks the drawstrings of his pack tight. “Forty. Sgaeyl is approaching as well, but she’s too far out to—” Tairn pauses. “Wait. Teine leads the riot.”
