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And I would never forgive my mother.
And he had come for me anyway.
“Don’t you dare,”
“Eight of my people died. Another twenty have serious burns.” Disdain dripped from Cordellia’s voice. “I should keep the answer from you and let you suffer the way their families are suffering.”
Girl you quite literally kidnapped Diem to then bait her to kill her gryvern and have the nerve to say your people died. Did you expect no bloodshed idiot?
“I begged you to stop that attack. And when you refused, I called off my gryvern and sent away the deadliest Descended in Emarion before he cut you all to shreds.” I rolled my head toward her with a harsh, bitter laugh. “Your people aren’t dead because of me, Cordellia. They’re dead because of you.”
talk yo shit Diem
could not bring myself to find happiness at a mortal’s suffering. Even his.
Fuck Vance
I seriously considered shouting boo! at him and shaving a few years off of his life from sheer panic.
“I can’t. And I won’t.”
“May I touch you?”
We love a man who asks permission
“May I undress you?” he whispered.
When I was naked in the darkness, he came around behind me and unbraided my hair, tenderly combing it with his fingers to loosen the strands.
“Good. I’ll make sure he gets his wish.”
“Can’t believe I got taken out by a bunch of mortals. It’s a good thing I’m dying, I’d never live this down at home.”
I swear if Taran dies I'm done reading this book
“I take it back, I believe you. You don’t have to take it out on my body.”
Poor Taran
“I was going to let it go,” he gritted out after a moment. “I didn’t want to die angry at you. But if you’re so convinced I’ll live, then I’m gonna go ahead and be mad. At both of you, I guess.”
These were the half-mortals Luther and my mother had smuggled out of Lumnos.
Every second I’m not inside you is another wasted moment of my miserable life.”
“Desire is a pathetic word for what I feel for you. I require you. I am sustained by you. You are the flame that fuels my fire. Don’t you dare question that—not for a second.”
Taran leaned over to Alixe. “Mom and Dad are fighting,” he whispered loudly.
“Fuck your orders.”
He smirked. “Actually—”
Oop is Taran gayyyyy??
“May I, Terry?” “It’s Taran,” he grumbled. Zalaric shrugged. “Whatever.” Taran’s mouth popped open. I bit my lip to hide my smile. A speechless Taran was something I never thought I’d see.
waving a dismissive hand in Taran’s direction. “Try to find a shirt to wear tomorrow, Thomas.” “It’s Tar—”
He pulled away and disappeared down the hall.
I'm about to beat Luther's ass
“You made me a little girl!?”
You’ll have to live with it for now, Tristan.” Taran’s jaw clenched. “That’s not my name.” Zalaric frowned. “Tybold?”
“That’s a gods-damned gryvern name.”
“My apologies. I remember now. It’s Tulip.” “That’s a...
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“It’s a miracle you made it to adulthood.”
Diem. Be quiet and polite and—” Taran groaned. “We’re all gonna die.”
