Chapter 12
THE FOOTSTEPS of his hard-heeled riding boots echoing against stone walls, Carro strode through the corridor. His cloak flapped behind him. His riding harness creaked. Polished, clean, his hair slicked and bound by a leather thong, he’d done his best to make himself presentable, as if any amount of cleaning could chase away the ominous feeling that had become infinitely more ominous since his return to the eyrie.
When the Tutor had said the high command wants to see you, Carro had expected to deal with the Senior Knight who dealt with Apprentices.
Instead, the Knight at the entrance to the command centre had informed him that he was to see Supreme Rider Cornatan himself. Carro hadn’t dared to ask why.
His face tingled with cold from the flight back to the eyrie and the air i
