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I glance down and pick a piece of stray lint off my dark uniform.
this was so high lord of the night court coded
“You do not have the right to burn what is mine.”
“I know who trained her, and I’m not unleashing her on a first-year.”
“What do we do if they try to stop us?” I ask Tairn. “Feast.”
I’m so damn in love with him that it hurts, and for the moment, I can’t remember why I’m denying myself.
On your own, you’re both capable of terrifying things with those signets. Together? You’re a fucking menace.
“Stop scaring her.” “I’m just standing here.” “That’s enough. Trust me.”
“Apologize,” Tairn demands, his voice low and sharp. “I’m sorry!” Varrish’s voice breaks.
“His apology isn’t necessary to me, Tairn. Really. I’m happy to just not die today.” “It is necessary to me, Silver One.”
Varrish pivots toward me, hatred and terror filling his gaze. “I am…sorry. It is not in my authority to summon any dragon.” “On your knees.” Rhiannon sucks in a breath, and Varrish hits his knees. “You have my most sincere apology—you and your dragon. Both of your dragons.”
Everyone looks my way. Here we go. “I’m in love with Xaden Riorson.” Mira. Them. I seem to be able to say the words to anyone who isn’t Xaden. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s not a secret,” Ridoc says, shaking his head.
His words die abruptly as his focus drops to my shoulder. “Who the fuck’s flight jacket are you wearing?”
“I’m not always calm or collected, and I’m never in control when it comes to you.”
“I would have done the same thing you did because I’m just as reckless for you as you are for me.”
“I want you exactly how you are, emotions and all. I want the woman I fell for. It kills me every time I have to keep my hands off you, every night I lie awake next to you, both blessed and damned with the memory of how hot, how wet, how fucking perfect you feel when I’m losing myself in you.”
“Gods, look at you. You are all I’m ever going to want. Just you. Just this. Just us.”
Shit. What is this? Jealousy? Anxiety? Insecurity? “All three,” Tairn responds in utter annoyance. “To which I will remind you that not a single dragon chose her. You were selected by two. Pull yourself together.”
Tairn walks off with Sgaeyl, their tails swishing in rhythm. It’s a little thing, but it makes me smile.
“I told you in Aretia—I would rather lose this entire war than live without you.”
“I will already know, as I am continuously with you,” he grumbles. “Forced to bear witness to the awkwardness that is twenty-one-year-old humans.”
I’m choosing him, choosing us.
The only person I hate more than Xaden Riorson is my father. Just keep your boyfriend the fuck away from me.”
The only signet more terrifying than an inntinnsic is a truth-sayer. And yet we let them live.
“You think he’s not already losing his shit?” A corner of Liam’s mouth rises into the cocky smirk I’ve missed so much. “I’d bet he already knows. Sgaeyl will have felt Tairn’s panic. That dragon of yours might not be able to reach you this deep under Basgiath, but Xaden’s going to rip this place apart brick by brick. You just have to survive.”
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper to Liam.
It’s been my honor. Liam’s last words to me.
“I’m here,” Liam promises. “And I still don’t regret it, Vi. Not one second.”
I wrench my gaze from his to look at Liam, memorizing the lines of his face and those trademark blue eyes. “I’m so sorry I failed you.” “You never failed me. Not once,” he whispers, shaking his head.
“You’re all right.” Liam steadies my shoulder. “I’ll be right here. I’m not going to leave you.”
I look up into the wrath of Dunne in the form of gold-flecked onyx eyes.
“There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, remember?”
my favorite quote from both books
“You’ll lose everything you’ve worked for.” My voice breaks. “Because of me.” “Then I’ll have everything I need.”
“I will happily watch Aretia burn to the fucking ground again if it means you live.”
“You want to know something true? Something real? I love you. I’m in love with you. I have been since the night the snow fell in your hair and you kissed me for the first time. I’m grateful my life is tied to yours because it means I won’t have to face a day without you in it. My heart only beats as long as yours does, and when you die, I’ll meet Malek at your side. It’s a damned good thing that you love me, too, because you’re stuck with me in this life and every other that could possibly follow.”
“Apologize.” “I’m fine.” He’s taking this too far. This man is second in line to the Poromish throne. “You do not take punishments designed for me.” “You have my most sincere apology, Violet Sorrengail,” Tecarus croaks through abused vocal cords.
“Take one step toward Violet, and I’ll throw you off this fucking cliff myself,” Dain warns, his voice low and menacing. “Unlike Riorson, I don’t give a shit who your uncle is.” “I’ll do it just for fun,” Sloane adds.
character development
“Civil is overrated,” Andarna notes, flexing her claws in the grass. “I’ve never tasted gryphon—” “We do not eat our allies,” Tairn lectures. “Find another snack.”
“Impressive.” “Thank you.” “She’s ours,” Ridoc says to the fliers, pointing at me.
fourth wing superiority
“Scratch her eyes out,” Andarna suggests. “Really. The eyes are the softest tissue. Just jab your thumbs in there—” “Andarna! Use some common sense,” Tairn snaps. “The kneecaps are a much easier target.”
“My house. My chair. My woman.”
“I don’t like you thinking you’re not the center of my fucking world, yet here we are. And before you start another argument, I’ll fuck you later tonight. Trust me. I’m making a momentary point, not a lasting vow of masochism.” He braces my foot on his thigh and ties the laces.
“You are the first and only woman I’ve ever loved.”
And then I’d kick his ass, partially because that’s what I do when someone challenges me, and more importantly for implying there’s any other future besides the one where you and I are endgame.”
they better be endgame or i’m gonna lose my mind
“That trick you mentioned? You know, with the fingers?” A slow smile spreads across my face. “Thanks.”
“Are you in love with him?” he asks, his voice breaking on the last word as he pivots to face me fully. “Because Garrick and I heard the end of what he said in the interrogation chamber, and trust me, I might be in love with him after that declaration, but are you? Really and truly?”
“It’s already snowing up the pass. I bet we get seven inches tonight.” “Maybe more if you’re good.” A corner of his mouth lifts as he cuts into the cake with the fork.
“Stop talking to yourself,” Tairn grumbles, as though I’ve woken him. “It makes us both seem unstable.”
“Remind her that I can sever her head with one bite,” Andarna growls, the sound higher than Tairn’s menacing rumble. “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.
“Love, you’re the smartest person I know. If you actually wanted the answers, you’d ask the right questions.”
“How long do you think it takes for someone to fall out of love?” He studies the skyline. “A day? A month? I’m asking because I don’t have any experience with it.”
