Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2)

by Rebecca Yarros

“Garrick Tavis. Xaden Riorson.” Captain Fitzgibbons’s voice carries over the formation as he reads from the death roll. “Well, this is awkward,” Xaden calls out. And every head in the courtyard turns our direction.

“Touch me and I swear to the gods, I’ll cut your fucking hands off and let the quadrant sort you out in the next round of challenges, Dain Aetos.” My words earn more than a couple of gasps, but I don’t give a shit who hears me. “Violence, indeed.”

Tihi Violence

I lock my shields in place just like Xaden taught me and fantasize about shoving Dain off the tower.

He grabs hold of her head and twists, snapping her neck.

Aldrig tappat hakan som nu

“Secrets die with the people who keep them,” he whispers, bringing his nose an inch from mine.

Hakan tappad igen. Aetos!

“Join me in welcoming back your fellow rider, Jack Barlowe!”

Nej tack jag orkar inte

“You’re smuggling weapons,” Dain says slowly, searching my eyes. “Stealing our weapons to aid another kingdom?”

Jag hatar dain.

Dain whips his arm back, and I wait for the forward surge, the cut, the pain, the flow of blood. It doesn’t come.

Okej hata va ksk dumt

“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.

TIHII

“She makes a good point,” Andarna agrees. “Can you carry a luminary?” “That question insults me.” “Can you carry a luminary while insulted?” she prods.

Lol

He searches my face but doesn’t reach for me. “Let me in. If only for a second, please let me in.”

Aj stackars