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“There’s no magic here,” he says again, lowering his head, ghosting his lips over mine. “I can fuck you as many times as we want, as many times as you can take, and I can’t lose control.”
“I get to do my favorite thing in the world, which happens to be fucking you. Now, I have about six weeks to make up for, and love, we’re wasting time.”
“I’m never running. It’s you and me, no matter what.” “You and me,” he repeats,
“I don’t need to be in your head to know why you’re fighting it. This isn’t the only time, Vi. We have all night. Come for me.”
“You two totally broke it, didn’t you?” Ridoc asks on the edge of laughter. “Like that armoire no one was supposed to notice getting hauled out of her room during first year?”
“We could really use Dain right about now,” I whisper. “I could live the rest of my life without ever hearing you say that again,” Xaden replies.
“I’m Xaden Riorson, the Duke of Tyrrendor.” Xaden inclines his head. “He’s probably expecting me.” Blue Sash blinks, then looks in my direction. “And you are?” Well, shit. My mouth opens— “My consort,” Xaden replies casually. “Violet Sorrengail.”
“And consort?” I whisper. “We aren’t married.” He fucking smirks. “I’ve noticed. But ‘girlfriend’ is missing that permanent tone.
“Say what I mean. Don’t lie. Act like a rich, entitled dick. Got it.” He nods.
“Violet.” My heart skips into double time. “My loyalty is to Violet first above everything, everyone else,” Xaden says. “Then Tyrrendor. Then Navarre in the moments it’s worthy—usually when Violet is in residence.”
“I’ve heard enough, and this grows tedious. Tecarus may live. Kill the rest.”
Something falls from his hand, hitting his abandoned sword with a metallic clink. I grab the small object on impulse and close my fingers around the pebble-size piece of alloy from my conduit.
The flier scoffs. “I don’t do second-years.” “Good thing I fuck like a third.” Ridoc grins.
“They somehow know about the Aretian wards and they’re moving into position for the inevitability of them falling.”
I can’t even tell my sister, since she’s taken personal leave for the first time in her entire career.
I lift my brows at the look she shoots him, mostly because I can’t tell if she wants to stab him in his seat or—
Does Sloane have the hots for Dain????
“We supply and we go. We leave for Unnbriel as planned, but then we…disobey direct orders. We don’t fly back between isles. We don’t report or return until we find her kind.”
“Wield!” Carr shouts. “Defend yourself!” The second-year out of Claw Section splays her hand wide on the mat and screams. Color drains in a circle around her hand, leaving the mat gray. Oh shit. My stomach clenches and I stare, stunned. She’s turning right in front of us. Or has she been one of them all along?
Hiding in plain sight?
