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“Good job remaining professional, Aetos.' Xaden scratches the relic on his neck I'm all but certain doesn't actually itch. 'Really shows those leadership qualities to their best advantage.' One of the riders down the table whistles. 'Do you boys just want to whip it out and measure? It would be faster.”

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“I don't know if I can watch,' Dain says, drawing my attention back to his strong face. His perfectly trimmed beard brackets full lips drawn tight into a frown. 'Then close your eyes.' I have a plan- a shitty one, but it's worth a try. 'What changed between Parapet and now?' Dain asks again, a wealth of emotions in his eyes that I can't begin to interpret. Well, except the fear. That doesn't need any interpretation. 'Me.”

“In a moment, I am going to ask you to put the blade through your hand. When I ask you to do that, I want you to remember where your bones are, where you veins are. I want you to stab through your hand doing the least damage possible.' His voice is lulling, hypnotic, but my heart speeds anyway. Against my will, I aim the sharp point of the knife. I press is lightly against my skin. I am ready. I hate him, but I am ready. I hate him, and I hate myself. 'Now,' he says, and the glamour releases me. I take a half step back. I am in control of myself again, still holding the knife. ... My eyes on him, I slam the knife in to my hand. The pain is a wave that rises higher and higher but never crashes. I make a sound low in my throat. I may not deserve punishment for this, but I deserve punishment. Dain's expression is odd, blank. He takes a step back from me, as though I am the one who did the shocking thing instead of merely doing what he ordered.”

“I shrug. 'They were just dead flowers.' 'They were mutilated violets.' HIs mouth tightens and I go to him, resting my hands on his head. 'It's not like they came with a death note or anything.' I tease, stroking his soft brown hair. He looks up at me, the mage lights making his eyes a little brighter above his trim beard. 'They're threats.' I shrug. 'Every cadet gets threatened.' 'Every cadet doesn't have to wrap their knees every day,' he fires back. 'The injured ones do.”