Authors note: this won’t make any sense so…deal with it. Also: one cuss word

“She’s not who she says she is!”

I slink into the shadows as Iorelia points a finger at my friend, whose head is down.

“What do you mean?” a fellow dragon rider asks.

“She’s not the First Chief’s daughter! Someone else is!”

Murmurs sweep the clearing. Shit. Don’t tell them, I silently pray toward Naksoli.

“You’re right,” Naksoli mumbles. “I’m not the First Chief’s daughter.” She looks at me. No, no, no. “Lumire is.”