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His hands were rough yet gentle as he turned my wrist upright and pressed his Time Pacer to mine. “What are you doing?” I whispered, struck with the fear that he would steal my last minutes and leave me to die in this darkened corner of the square. “Helping you. Do not expect my good graces to favor you again.” He released me after a moment, and warmth returned to my limbs. My Pacer still ran slow, but I felt re-energized. He had indeed helped me.
I watched in shock as the cloaked figure paused his climb, and a weighted hush fell over the square. He withdrew something from the folds of his cloak and aimed it at the high prince, a glint of silver catching the light. The colors from the screen below illuminated the man’s face as he lowered his hood and I gasped, recognizing the auburn curls, the pointed chin. Jarom. A single shot blasted from the barrel.
The bullet whistled past my shoulder and lodged itself into the platform, splintering through the wooden planks. By the grace of the Fates, it narrowly missed the bone of Flint’s forearm. I gripped my brother’s wrists and pinned him to the ground, sheltering him from the assassin below my body.
The high prince merely scoffed at his offering. He frowned at the timid women, crossed his arms, and then threw a glare at Rydar that made me shudder. “And why not? Are you so incompetent that you failed to present this one as an option, or did you purposely hide her from me?”
“Anyway, if I must marry, do I not deserve to select someone who will entertain me? You are a hundred times more intriguing than that lot, my little spitfire. I want you.” Every fiber of my being wished to rip his hand away, but I remained still. Rydar did not respond, but the flickering muscle in his jaw exposed his annoyance. Does the high prince’s interest alarm him? Is he…jealous?
“I cannot rescue you, but I will protect you, even from yourself.” He held me tightly, pushing me along. “They will kill you if you flee, and I cannot let you go to your death. I know this is painful to witness. It is horrific. But I will endure it with you to keep you safe. And you must endure it to stay alive. Stay with me.”
He showed no outward indication of his discomfort nor fear in his expression, but the faintest hint of surprise surfaced in the slight raise of his brow and parted lips. He placed a palm over his heart, where red seeped through a gash in the fabric of his jacket.
Elowynne held up the blouse, unfolding it to show off the large patches of scarlet. “There’s quite a bit of blood.” She raised a brow in a silent demand for an explanation. Helfyre. “I bleed easily.” I shrugged it off, praying she’d accept the justification.
She's so dumb. she should have either kept the dagger and cut herself but not too deep to cover up her healing.🤦🏻♀️
Great shears glinted in the sun’s light as they approached her. Their horses, with gleaming chestnut coats, pranced alongside the beast’s flanks, and my stomach churned with horror. The Watchmen placed the shears at the base of the dragon’s wings, then clamped them closed to slice through the tendon at the joint. The dragon screeched in agony, its wings clipped and rendered useless, its soul crushed by the reality that it would never fly again. The pain that crashed into my chest bore a hole straight through my heart, and I sucked in a ragged breath. For a moment, I forgot to be afraid of the
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Her eyes nearly drowned me the first time I fell into their blue-green depths, tugging me beneath the crashing waves with an undercurrent of unmatched strength, tossing me back to the surface, changed and anchored to her soul forevermore. And now, when she stepped into the ballroom covered in blood and dirt, flashing eyes of fury that softened only for me, I knew I loved her with every broken shard of my soul.
“This is the most beautiful thing I have seen in my life.” From behind me, his deep rumble of a voice found its way into my heart. “Yes, it comes close, doesn’t it?” I whirled around to find Rydar watching me, his gaze churning with storm clouds and secrets. “Close to what?” But I knew. It was in his eyes. “To the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“When I first saw you, I knew who you were. What you were. You blazed your way into my life like the sun, and you made me feel like there could be a light at the end of all this darkness, and that if I could only be near you, I would find my way out of the shadows.” He turned to face me once more, locking his stormy eyes on mine. “You are my dawn, Rae—a light in my life I will never deserve.”
“Do you know why I love sunset, Rydar?” He did not answer me, but tilted his head in question, waiting. So I gathered my thoughts and my heart and laid them bare before him. “Because I love the night. When the sun sets, it marks another day survived. Night falls, and with it comes a peace known only to the darkness. Rest…renewal. If I am the dawn, then you are my dusk. You are the solace I will fight my way towards every day, never resting, never stopping until I can find my way to you beneath the starlit sky. I am not afraid of the darkness, Rydar, especially not yours. This is not our end.”
Wind stirred his hair, but the rest of him remained frozen, breathless, watching me with eyes turned downward and a jaw tensed with reserve. And then, all at once, as though his body surrendered to whatever battles plagued his mind, he stripped down to his underclothes and tossed aside his boots and pants. His shoulders relaxed, and he rushed toward me, splashing through the water until he held me in his arms and pressed his mouth against mine.

