“Good thing they didn’t search me,” Tairn says. “Are we carrying…” I blink twice. “We are,” he confirms. “Now get in the saddle before they change their minds and I’m forced to incinerate your leadership. Later I’ll have more than a few words for the wingleader about not preparing you, trust me.” Taking a second to secure my pack, too, I settle in for the flight, dragging the leather across my thighs and strapping in. “Let’s get to them,” I say once I’m buckled. Tairn backs up a few steps, no doubt to keep Bodhi clear, and then launches into the night, every wingbeat taking us closer to the
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