“Violet,” Xaden warns me quietly, standing guard at the door. “I know,” I say over my shoulder. The second Tairn and Sgaeyl arrived in the Vale, every dragon would know they’d returned, which means every member of the quadrant’s leadership knows we’re here, too. I lift the corner of the heavy mattress and sigh with relief, snatching the twine-bound stack of letters before letting the bedding fall back into place. “Got them.” I will not cry. Not when I still have to hide them in my room. But what will happen if they come to burn my things next?
