“Dragons don’t take orders from humans.” Power rises within me, humming beneath my skin and making my fingers buzz. “Of course not.” His grin widens like I’ve said something funny. “But you do, don’t you?” “Impudent human,” Tairn seethes. I lift my chin, knowing there’s nothing more I can say about this without disciplinary action. “It’s ironic, don’t you think?” Varrish asks, retreating one step at a time. “From what Colonel Aetos told me, your father was writing a book on feathertails—dragons which hadn’t been seen in hundreds of years—and then you ended up bonded to one.” “Coincidental,” I
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