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Revolution tastes oddly…sweet.
Disappointment tastes bitter on my tongue. Is that all I am to him? Xaden’s weakness? “I alone am responsible for Violet.”
“And if I’m not enough, there are not one but two dragons who have already vouched for her integrity.” Enough is enough. “She is standing right here,”
“So stop talking about me and try talking to me.”
“What do you want from me?” I ask them, striding into the room. “Want me to walk Parapet and prove my bravery? Done. Want me to betray my kingdom by defending Poromish citizens? Done. Want me to keep his secrets?” I gesture toward Xaden with my left hand. “Done. I kept every secret.”
“No first-year could withstand a memory reader, especially one considered a friend.”
“You sound like Xaden.”
can’t help the bitterness that leaches into my tone. Turns out, falling in love with someone only brings that blissful high all the poets talk about if they love you back.
Because love, at its root, is hope. Hope for tomorrow. Hope for what could be. Hope that the someone you’ve entrusted your everything to will cradle and protect it. And hope? That shit is harder to kill than a dragon.
“The wingleader approaches.”
“You actually told Tairn to tell Sgaeyl that you

