“Is that…” “Codagh,” Tairn answers. General Melgren’s dragon. I make out the patchy holes in his battle-scarred wings as he comes closer, his golden gaze focused on Tairn in a way that makes me nauseous. He growls, low in his throat, turning those sinister eyes on me. Tairn rumbles his own growl, stepping forward so I’m between his massive claws. There’s zero doubt I’m the subject of both disgruntled snarls. “Yep! We’re talking about you!” Andarna says as the line passes by, and she joins. “Stay close to the wingleader until we return,” Tairn orders. Surely he meant to say squad leader. “You
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