“…and at only ninety-two riders, you are our smallest class to date.” My shoulders dip. “I thought a hundred and one were willing to bond, plus you?” “Willing doesn’t mean they found worthy riders,” Tairn answers. “And yet two of you chose me?” With forty-one unbonded? That’s quite the insult. “You’re worthy. At least I think you are, but you apparently don’t pay attention in class.” He chuffs and a warm puff of steam blasts the back of my neck.
