Who would be returning this late? Sitting back against the wall, I let the darkness conceal me as Xaden, Garrick, and Bodhi—Xaden’s cousin—pass under a mage light, headed in my direction. Three dragons. They were out…doing what? There were no training ops that I know of tonight, not that I’m privy to everything third-years do. “There has to be something more we can do,” Bodhi argues, looking to Xaden, his voice low as they pass by me, their boots crunching on the gravel. “We’re doing everything we can,” Garrick hisses. My scalp prickles and Xaden stops mid-step ten feet away, the set of his
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