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The wyvern blinked at her, Titus’s blood still dripping from his cracked and broken teeth, and Manon had the feeling that he had come to the same decision. Perhaps he had known long before tonight, and his fight with Titus hadn’t been so much about survival as it had been a challenge to claim her. As his rider. As his mistress. As his.
Tairn v andarna
He shot left to pinch or poke or hit her, and she whirled, slamming down his arm with an elbow and whacking him upside the head with her other hand. He stopped dead and blinked a few times. She smirked at him. He bared his teeth in a feral, petrifying grin. “Oh, you’d better run now.” When he lunged, she shot through the trees.
Swoon
Abraxos was still lying on his belly, sniffing the wildflowers, when she returned with the dead goat in her arms, its blood now iced on her cloak and tunic.
Omg I love him
Oh, hitting him in the face felt good, even as her knuckles split and throbbed.
Swoon
“Who did that to you?”
YES
“At least if you’re going to hell,” he said, the vibrations in his chest rumbling against her, “then we’ll be there together.”
GAH
“I don’t know, and when I find them, I’ll splatter them on the walls. But for now, we have bigger problems to worry about.” The darkness on the horizon had spread, devouring the stars, the trees, the light. “What is that?” Rowan’s mouth tightened into a thin line. “Bigger problems.”
Humor for lightening trauma, classic.
