You thought the worse was over, crossing the treacherous parapet that condemned many souls to Malek, with them being unfortunate enough to lose their footing and fall into the deepest depths of the ravine below. That was not even mentioning Jack Barlowe, who made it his sole purpose to remove as many candidates from the parapet as possible.

However, a much more abysmal fate laid on the other side of that bridge. Your best-friend warned you, begged even, his gaze more desperate than you had ever seen it. You regretted not listening to him, by this point you wish you were with the other scribes on their way to that silly little exam you spent your entire life studying for.

But you're a Sorrengail, and your family has a long legacy of dragon riders. There was no way your mother was going to allow you to ruin that now.... The same mother that sent the rebellion leaders to Malek, and the woman who had rid Xaden Riorson of a father.

The twenty-three year old male hated you, and the only reason he was treating you half decent was because you promised to keep the meeting of the marked ones a secret. You were moved into his wing, had to deal with his taunts, his threats, and the constant tension that was between the two of you.

It was only a matter of time before whatever metaphorical dam between you formed because of him, burst wide open.