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Oh, and tell Ember that I don’t care how much the Archivist glares at me, I’m not calling her ma’am or Madam President or anything similar.
If he doesn’t like it, he can suck my tail.

We’re robbing a train—a freaking train—on dragonback. Two soldiers of St. George,
flying in on dragons, to pull off a train heist in the middle of nowhere. I mean, stop for a
second and really think about how ludicrous that sounds.”
I gave a half smile. “My whole year has sort of been like that.

You’ll get your chance to go home.” I sighed. “That ‘bloody hatchling’ has even
agreed to pay for it, and to provide information for whatever cover-up story you’re going
to tell them. Which you’re going to need. I trust you’re not informing them that you’ve
been working for dragons for the past several years.”
Wes’s look of blatant disgust could strip paint from the walls. “Yes, Riley, that’s
exactly what I’m going to do,” he scoffed. “Just waltz in and say, ‘Oh, hi, Mum, hi, Dad.
Yeah, I’ve been gone a bloody long time, haven’t I? Well, funny story—I’ve been helping
these rogue dragons wage a war on an oppressive organization that is also run by dragons.
Sorry I didn’t call.