Dain looks like his head is about to explode. “That’s not correct. We’re never called into service until graduation.” Xaden presses his lips in a tight line and nods, giving him a sarcastic thumbs-up. “Yeah, all right.” Emery laughs. “Just wait until next year. I can’t count how many times we’re the ones sitting in these very rooms in the midland forts because their riders have been called to the front for an emergency.” The color drains from Dain’s face.
Simmer down Dainty Dick. 😅
