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Around a corner, he paused, back against the wall. \u201cWhat?\u201d I hissed, voice low. \u201cHave you told anyone? Does Vanya know? Does Shep?\u201d I shook my head violently. \u201cNo.\u201d I straightened. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d He sighed. \u201cNothing.\u201d \u201cYou can\u2019t drag me out into the hall, worried to death something has happened, and then say nothing.\u201d I crossed my arms. \u201cDid you learn all there is to know about training a dragon with its flame?\u201d<\/p>\n

he asked, nodding back toward the library. My shoulders fell a little. \u201cNo. There isn\u2019t anything in there about\u2060\u2014\u201d He cut me off. \u201cI know, Miro.\u201d His voice was sharp. \u201cYou can\u2019t keep checking out all the books about dragonfire that exist in the library. Or about wild dragons. It\u2019s too obvious. I thought you knew to be discreet about this.\u201d I scoffed. \u201cOh, I\u2019m sorry. I\u2019ll just consult my family compendium of infinite dragon-training knowledge.\u201d He turned aside, one hand rising to pinch the bridge of his nose.<\/p>\n

Before he could reply, I blazed on, fueled by mounting anger. \u201cWhat would you do if something were ever difficult for you?\u201d He whirled on me, his eyes wild. \u201cYou have no idea what difficult even is.\u201d \u201cHow dare you talk like you know what I\u2019ve gone through.\u201d We held each other\u2019s gazes, our breaths the only sounds. \u201cMy room was searched,\u201d he finally said, voice barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n

My brows rose in surprise. \u201cDid they find your journal?\u201d A quick head shake was his answer, and, strangely, I felt a surge of relief. \u201cI don\u2019t keep it in my room anymore. Sorry, but I didn\u2019t trust you.\u201d \u201cDon\u2019t blame me for this,\u201d I hissed at him. He leaned back against the wall and stared up at the ceiling. \u201cThe next night race was canceled.<\/p>\n

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