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“You have no idea what he did to Alic!” he seethes. “Your brother was a craven, murderous prick.” Xaden hooks his fingers into my waistband and tugs me backward, setting me slightly behind him before he shoves Aaric through the wards and into the hallway. “And I’m not sorry I killed him.” Oh shit. I did not see that coming.
Ohhhh they did have history!
“I can feel them.” The thrum of sharp, intense power grows stronger the closer we get. The hair on the back of my neck rises, and my own power surges in answer to what feels like a hell of a threat.
Her feeling that power again
“Those wards are some uncomfortable shit.” Imogen rolls her shoulders. “There’s a hum, but it’s not that bad,” Aaric replies
Nevermind - other people can feel them too, though at varying degrees apparently
“Alic deserved it. He was a bully and forfeited his life by coming after Garrick during Threshing. Though I wonder who it was that told Aaric, since if his father knew I highly doubt I’d still be in possession of my head.”
I feel like this will come back up later on
I was lucky enough to glimpse the most powerful rider of your generation fumble his shields like a novice once. It was for less than a second, but that was all I needed to see what it would take to shatter him. We’ll have all the information we need in a matter of days. You’re not the prize, Sorrengail. You’re the tool.”
When did Xaden fumble his shields?
“We could bring in Jack Barlowe if this doesn’t work.” Nora’s voice rises, bringing me fully awake from where I’ve dozed off in the chair. “Gods know he’s been waiting for retribution.”
Is this why Jack saved her? As bait for Xaden?
“You’ll lose everything you’ve worked for.” My voice breaks. “Because of me.” “Then I’ll have everything I need.” He lowers his face, leaning in so he’s all I see, all I feel. “I will happily watch Aretia burn to the fucking ground again if it means you live.” “You don’t mean that.” He loves his home. He’s done everything to protect his home. “I do. I’m sorry if you expect me to do the noble thing. I warned you. I’m not sweet or soft or kind, and you fell anyway. This is what you get, Violet—me. The good, the bad, the unforgivable. All of it. I am yours.” His arm wraps around the small of my
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Best love monologue ever.
“You of all people know the lengths I’ll go to in order to protect her.
Markham saw you as his protégé, the next head of the scribes, the only applicant he thought smart enough, clever enough to continue weaving the complicated blindfold chosen for us hundreds of years ago.” She scoffs. “He made the mistake of thinking you’d be easy to control, but I know my daughter.”
This is why she fought for Violet to be in the rider quadrant
Fire erupts from Carr’s hands, streaming toward the dais, and my stomach drops. Time seems to slow as Bodhi steps forward and twists his hand like he’s turning a dial. The fire dies, extinguishing like it was never there and leaving Carr staring at his hands.
That’s cool!
“Oh? Then why is it she’s half dead every time you bring her to me?” The look Brennan levels on Xaden makes me reconsider which of them might be the more violent one.
Brennan won’t turn on her
the three-inch scar above his heart.
and she looks quite content with her scorpion tail curled around her. And kind of…green?
She’s a scorpion tail! 🦂
and you create something that was not there before. You wield pure power that takes the form of lightning because that’s what you’re most comfortable shaping it as.
Violet’s power
In that moment, you wielded him, our unyielding, uncompromising, headstrong heir apparent.”
She also holds power over others
Why do you think the Assembly wanted to lock you away in July? They saw what you were. In that way, I suppose you’re just as much a danger to Aretia as you are to Basgiath, aren’t you? Power isn’t only found in our signets.”
Runes. Wielded power woven for set purposes.” He exhales slowly. “Which you know nothing about because Basgiath doesn’t teach Tyrrish runes, even if the college was fucking built on them.
Runes are power set for specific purposes, and Basgiath is built on them.
If I ever see a way to keep you safe? I’ll take it.”
“You’re thinking of Drake,” Syrena says over her shoulder. “Same last name, but he’s our cousin, and come to think of it, you’re just his type. He likes women who might actually kill him.”
I’m sure he will come up in the future
Shit. She’s right. What am I doing? Xaden doesn’t get flustered, and definitely not by me. Wood groaning as it splits, then shatters. The sound of daggers clattering to the floor. The feel of my heart pounding, my breath stuttering as bliss settles in the marrow of my bones. “I’ve never lost control like that.” The flash of memory rocks me to my core, clearing my head just long enough to breathe around the insufferable jealousy I feel toward a woman I don’t even know.
This is Xaden pushing this memory to her
It’s the very one your father brought me when we were in negotiations for what some might consider a greater treasure.” “That chest belonged to your father?” “It was one of the most valuable items he owned.” Xaden tenses. “I’ll walk her down.”
What was the “greater treasure”?
“An alliance my father made that I officially denied last year. The chest is priceless. If he wants you to destroy it with lightning, then this is more a statement about me and less about you.”
Oh
Cadet Sorrengail lacks the consistent ability to produce her own wards without extreme emotional distress.
So this shows that Violet is not an amplifier if someone is using Mira creating her own ward in this situation as an example.
Rain splatters the ground around us, falling in heavy but sporadic drops.
Had it been storming before?
parts of him flaking off as the rain pelts harder and faster.
Something is definitely controlling this storm
“And to think, you’ll bring a dragon with you! You can’t be parted for long, can you?”
They are after dragons
Xaden’s grip only tightens as the rain dissipates to a drizzle.
WHO IS CONTROLLING THIS STORM‽
“Because the runes on the Rybestad chest hold items placed inside suspended in midair,” Xaden interrupts. “He couldn’t reach the ground to drain it until you opened the chest. I don’t need you to tell me things I already know.” He drops his hand, and the shadows evaporate.
Interesting
“Watch your back,” Xaden warns, his voice already fading as he flies east with Sgaeyl on a mission I’m not privy to. “I didn’t have time to question every flier about their intentions.”
Everything somehow slows and yet happens at once.
This is the second time mentioned that time has seemingly slowed down
As a result of the Treaty of Aretia, the power to represent the province of Tyrrendor in the King’s Senarium has hereby been transferred from the House of Riorson to the House of Lewellen.
When was the Treaty of Aretia and who is The House of Lewellen? And is this author someone related to Jesinia?
“My house. My chair. My woman.”
Siiiiigh
Shimmering onyx wraps around my mind and everything intensifies. A driving, pounding, uncontrollable need courses through me with every beat of my pulse, demanding an outlet, demanding I rip through the confines of the leather and trade her sweet taste for the incomparable perfection of sinking into her when she comes.
“A shimmering onyx wraps around my mind” then she starts seeing Xaden’s thoughts…could this be Xaden’s signet OR the point that she starts channeling through Andarna?
“Fuck.” The table groans under his grip. “I should not have done that.”
He should not have done…WHAT? Push his thoughts into her?
“I would have told you if you’d asked. That’s the problem here, Violet—you don’t ask.”
She needs to ask part a lot
“I didn’t sleep with Dain.” But he’s ridiculously on the mark with the infantry guess.
Who did she sleep with in Infantry?
“Fuck, no.” He shakes his head, then pauses. “I mean, yes, technically, I’m the Duke of Aretia by birth, but Lewellen’s on our side and doing just fine at governing the province. Even if Tyrrendor became independent, I’m more useful on the battlefield than on a throne. We’re
So he wouldn’t rule Aretia?
“Violet, you were just in my thoughts.
SHE was just in HIS thoughts…not that he put her there.
“You sure?” Sawyer tilts his head. “Say the word and we’ll bury a body. We still have a couple of hours before we’re due in Battle Brief.” “Good idea. I could use a snack.” Andarna’s tone is indecently excited. “We do not eat our allies,” Tairn lectures. “You never let me have any fun.”
I love how they’re all up to hide a body just because someone is mean to Violet.
I take out the six conduits Felix gave me yesterday after I trusted him with the truth, each containing an arrowhead like the ones I’ve been imbuing for weeks. “What’s in that?” Bragen asks, two lines etched between his brows. “The kind of ore we don’t use to make the alloy. It’s not quite as rare as Talladium but it’s about ten times as explosive. Trust me, I’ve seen this stuff blow sky-high raw, let alone imbued.” I glance at Sloane, who slowly smiles before she responds. “Maorsite.”
I’m confused by this
“I grow weary of this.
Weary of meeting her in her dreams?
his robes purple tonight.
He changes clothes
“The one who watched thinks you’ll never yield, that we should kill you before you grow into your full abilities.”
What are her full abilities?
expanse of tan arm under his robes,
The Sage is tan
Touching me is new.
I can smell a hint of something sweet on his breath.
Interesting…what is she smelling on his breath?
“Just doing my part to help your communication skills thrive in a stable relationship.” Garrick turns and walks backward, lifting his hands in a shrug.
Haha he’s so messy!
“Arrogance,” Andarna corrects me. “The flier doesn’t have the skills to back up a word like ‘confidence.’”
She so sassy
“I will not. What does Tairn tell us?” “We don’t eat our allies,” she mumbles, but there’s a distinct tap of her talons against the rock floor.
I just love them 😌
“Why are you asking me? Signets manifest according to the person wielding.” Her eyes blink gold, her black scales blending in with the darkness.
Wouldn’t Andarna need to place a relic on Violet to start channeling? Or is the bond enough?
