“Our wingleader is here,” Liam argues, pointing at Xaden. “I would say that puts him in command.” “We can pretend I’m not here, just for the sake of the exercise.” Xaden sets his dragon on the table and leans back in his chair, draping his arm across the back of mine, a move that makes Dain grit his teeth. “Give Aetos here the position we all know he craves.”
