“I’m your best weapon,” I interject. “If you won’t put me on the first line, then station me at the gates.” “Absolutely not!” Brennan snaps, leveling a horrified look at me. “She’s right.” Xaden grimaces, then schools his features. “Split the retired riders. Half to the wardstone, half throughout the city in case civilians need to flee for the caves. You’re on the wall, Cadet Sorrengail.”