“I call you to answer for your crime against Cadet Sorrengail.” Xaden’s focus shifts to the center of the formation. “Wingleader Amber Mavis.” The quadrant draws a collective breath before an uproar rips through the crowd. “What the hell?” Dain bites out. My chest tightens. Gods, I hate it when Dain proves me right. Rhiannon reaches for my hand, squeezing tight in support as every rider in the courtyard’s attention pivots between Xaden, Amber…and me.
