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He gestures to the empty gym. Extending a hand, he crooks his fingers at me. “Come on. I know you’re pissed, and no, I don’t need the bond between us to catch on to that. It’s in every line of your face, the purse of your lips, the tension in your shoulders.”
Hehe the physical sparring
Fuck him. I make sure my shields are down so he hears it.
LMAOOO
“You’re capable of hurting me in ways I’m not sure you’ve even begun to fathom, Violet. I might be skilled enough to land a death blow, but you alone have the power to fucking destroy me.”
fuck
“Sure as hell not in our bedroom.” His knee separates mine. “We don’t fight in there.”
im on my knees
No fighting in our bedroom.”
<3
“We don’t keep secrets. No more ask me. No more tests to see who’s in and who’s out of this relationship. It’s full disclosure between us…” I take a steadying breath and map out the golden flecks in his eyes just in case it’s the last time. “Or it’s nothing.” “Done.”
Mature babies
you trust me, love me enough to realize I’d never let it hurt you. I’m not the easiest person to know, but I’ve learned my lesson, believe me.
:(
“I love you,” I whisper. “You could throw my entire world into upheaval, and I would still love you. You could keep secrets, run a revolution, frustrate the shit out of me, probably ruin me, and I would still love you. I can’t make it stop. I don’t want to. You’re my gravity. Nothing in my world works without you.” “Gravity,” he whispers, a slow, beautiful smile curving his mouth.
KMS!!!!!!
I am a person who needs information to center myself.”
Plot
“She left when I was young. Their marriage contract said an heir had to survive to the age of ten, and then she was free to go, which is what she did. I haven’t seen or heard from her since.” His voice sounds like he dragged it across broken glass.
:(
“Tell me we’re all right. Tell me this didn’t break us.” “Promise you won’t use it on me again.” I hold his gaze and curl my fingers into the fabric of his shirt. “I promise,” he whispers, then kisses me softly.
Yayyyyyyy
Most settle directly across the border from Samara, while a few red flags spread out along our border. “They’ve left Pavis,” Ridoc notes, leaning forward. “They’ve left…everywhere in the south,” Sawyer adds. “And the Tyrrish border, too.”
Plot
Melgren was bluffing, banking on us not fully understanding how the wards work.
Huh
“How long have they been sitting on the border?” I clarify, my nails biting into the palms of my hands as I tighten my fists, pushing down the fear threatening to consume me. She glances at Brennan, who replies, “They’ve been there for three days. This morning’s report confirms they haven’t moved.”
Shit
We do not eat our allies. —Tairn’s personal addendum to the Book of Brennan as quoted by Cadet Violet Sorrengail
Be forreal
“Dragons do not answer to humans.” She bristles, straightening her posture. “No, but they do answer to their elders,” Tairn grunts, his claws flexing in the green grass beside us. “Only to the eldest of our den,”
Learn when to pick ur battles girl
“Who do you want to be? The general who saves Basgiath, or the one who loses it to the very cadets who rejected your lies?” I lift my chin.
!!
Not just any dragon. Baide.
Wtf
Jack’s head swings in our direction, and he wields with an outward-facing palm, throwing a shield that deflects Xaden’s shadows as blood sprays from Baide’s throat onto the wardstone. The black flames extinguish an instant before Baide collapses, her weight pitching forward. The wardstone tips and Jack fumbles to hold on, giving me the perfect opportunity to flick my wrist and release the dagger. I hear a satisfying cry as Xaden grabs hold of my waist, throwing up a wall of shadow that blocks out the chamber around us but doesn’t shield us from the noise of the stone crashing. Cracking. The
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What the fuckkkk
“Mend what? The injuries from the fall?” Xaden’s brow furrows in concentration. “Jack’s turned venin. Somehow, he managed it within the wards.”
Fuck me
“Before his challenge against me,” I answer when Jack refuses to. “He forced power into my body. I just didn’t recognize it for what it is. How? The wards—”
HUH??
He’s coming with a horde of greens. They all are.”
Its the general fuck
And Brennan. Without thought for regulation or decorum, I fling myself into his arms, and he catches me, pulling me tight against his chest. “You came.”
Hi again brennan bby
No one dies today.”
Pls
“I love you. The world does not exist for me beyond you.” Leaning down, he rests his forehead against mine. “I couldn’t tell you that the last time we flew into a fight, and I should have.” “I love you, too.” I grasp his waist and force a smile. “Do me a favor and don’t die. I don’t want to live without you.” There are so many of them and so few of us. “We don’t die today.”
PLSSSS
“Rain?” Xaden looks up. “In December?” Warmth. Rain. The charge in the air. “It’s my mother.” A slow smile spreads across my face. “It’s her way of imbuing her favorite weapon.” Me.
Love to see it
The warning is barely past my lips when a band of shadow winds around the wyvern’s throat
heh
“You’ll be so much fun for him to wield.”
Wtf
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
Correct
“This reads, ‘The breath of life of the seven combined and set the stone ablaze in an iron flame.’” Shoulders drooping, I sigh. Seven dragons is impossible. There are only six dens: black, blue, green, orange, brown, and red.
Plot
only sense. Even if that path is ludicrous. But… Holy shit.
Andarna
“Technically, half of it is your army,” Xaden says, his gaze pinned on the wyvern horde. “The other half is mine.
<333
“I’m buying her the time she needs,” Xaden answers, and my stomach sinks. “And they won’t attack. Not yet. They’re still waiting.” “What the fuck for?” Melgren snaps. Xaden’s hand tightens around mine. “Me.”
Huh???
You’re going to love Violet. She’s smart and stubborn. Reminds me a lot of you, actually. You just have to remember when you meet her: she’s not her mother. —Recovered Correspondence of Cadet Liam Mairi to Sloane Mairi
Kms
“You are my home.
Stoppp
“Move!” I shout at Lynx and Baylor. Because I remember their names. Avalynn. Sloane. Aaric. Kai, the flier. I know all the first-years’ names.
:((
“I should have listened when you said you were the head of your own den. That’s why no one could fight your Right of Benefaction last year. Why the Empyrean allowed a juvenile to bond.” “Say it. Don’t just guess,” she demands. Even a slow breath won’t calm my racing heart. “Your scales aren’t really black.” “No.”
Fuck
“But he is, and I so badly want to be just like him.” “Tairn.” It’s not hard to guess.
Kms
“If you didn’t figure it out, you weren’t worthy of knowing.” She huffs. “I waited six hundred and fifty years to hatch. Waited until your eighteenth summer, when I heard our elders talk of the weakling daughter of their general, the girl forecasted to become the head of the scribes, and I knew. You would have the mind of a scribe and the heart of a rider. You would be mine.” She leans into my hand. “You are as unique as I am. We want the same things.” “You couldn’t have known I would be a rider.” “And yet, here we are.”
Omg
“You’re burning out,” Andarna warns, her voice pitching high with worry. The next breath I take singes my lungs. “Silver One!” Tairn roars. The wards have to go up. “You both have to live. Promise me you’ll choose to live.”
Oh god
as my next, but as my last, and should you fall, then I will follow.”
I cant actually do this
Oh gods. No. Sloane is a siphon. “Can you hear them up there dying? That’s what’s happening,” Mom says, her tone softer than she’s ever used with me. “Your friends are dying, Cadet Mairi. Tyrrendor’s heir is fighting for his life, and you can stop it. You can save them all.” She picks up her free hand, and to my dread, Sloane doesn’t drop the other from the stone.
Oh god shes sacrificing herself
Xaden. I throw down my shields— Pain. Agonizing, blistering pain roars down the pathway. Hopelessness and…helplessness? It hits me from every angle, stealing my breath, overwhelming my senses and my strength. My body sags—my full weight in Aaric’s arms—as my mind fights to separate Xaden’s emotions from mine.
No
“Xaden’s dying,” I whisper.
STOP IT!!!
“It’s all right,” Mom says to me, her eyes softening as Sloane’s body goes rigid. “As soon as my power—Aimsir’s power—lives within the stone, fire it. Raise the wards. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe. Do you understand? Everything was to get you to this moment, when you’d be strong enough—” She falls to her knees but doesn’t let go of Sloane.
Oh god
“You’re everything we dreamed you would be,” Mom says quietly, her skin paling even as Sloane’s flushes scarlet. “All three of you.” She looks down at Brennan. “And I’ll get to see him soon.” Our father.
Pls stop now
Brennan crawls toward her.
:(
When Andarna moves, my gaze wanders up the mended wardstone to the iron flame that burns black on top. It’s all that’s left of my mother.
Fuck this book
Most generals dream of dying in service to their kingdom. But you know me better than that, my love. When I fall, it will be for one reason only: to protect our children. —Recovered, Unsent Correspondence of General Lilith Sorrengail
LITERALLY KILL ME
“You two need to catch up. Right now.” Tairn turns a golden eye on me. “Right. Now,” I repeat.
Oh yikes
