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“Then they went to Poromiel to do it!” Mira shouts. “You will believe me, Brennan, because it happened! It’s why she refused to speak to either of them. The priestess started the process, then told Mom and Dad that they only accepted children whose futures are certain, and Violet still had paths to choose from—”
rune-shaped scar on his palm.
“The priestess spoke all cryptically but basically said if Violet chose her future poorly, she could still earn their mentorship, but she’d turn—” Mira continues.
My stomach hollows. “They tried to fix me by giving me to Dunne?”
They’d never seen dragons until our squad arrived. “Mom didn’t take me.” My eyes sting at the unexpected betrayal. “Dad did.”
“It’s so nice of you to join us, lightning wielder.” He tilts his head. “Or should I call you dream-walker?”
“I told you, he can’t. And here I’d hoped you’d be a quick learner. How disappointing,”
“Don’t worry,” the Sage says with a twisted smile. “I’ll be a more merciful teacher than Theophanie.”
You may have raised your wards, but they won’t save you. We have the advantage, and if you will not deliver her, then she will come herself.”
“Which we know Melgren won’t send. Apparently that late warning was actually an early warning for this,”
“At least one of you can be taught.” Brennan rubs the scar on his palm.
“Molvic has been spotted along the cliffs,” Tairn warns as he flares his wings, slowing our momentum. Fucking Aaric. “If he gets himself killed—” “He was seen flying south, away from conflict.”
Sloane wraps her fingers around Dain’s wrist. Her eyes flare, and she swallows. “Someone like you shouldn’t have this much power.” “Good thing for Mira I do. Put the other hand anywhere his skin is exposed,” he orders.
Weird. There’s no mark at the back of his neck like he carries on his palm. There hadn’t been one on Dain’s wrist, either.
and I will prove myself to him this time.”
“She’s fast,” I reply just as softly, remembering how she disappeared from the brig at Basgiath. “There’re only a few of us who are faster,”
He’s waiting.” Glee lights her smile. “Berwyn?” I guess. “As if I would answer to that fool?
way I’ve only ever felt around one other person.
“There’s no lightning,” Bodhi argues, his knuckles whitening on the pommel of his sword. “I was wrong. She’s not a lightning wielder.”
“There is only one exception to the rule, Violet Sorrengail. Imagine my surprise when it turned out to be you. If it was going to be one of her daughters, I’d have bet on your sister.”
“She’s their answer to my mother.”
I’d never met a more powerful storm wielder than Mom. Until now.
“Your mother knew at your age that she was no match for me. That’s why she hid behind those wards.
You’re just another lightning wielder, mortally incapable of being everywhere at once.”
“We’re excellent actors, but our kind doesn’t feel what you call love.” That gets all my attention. “You’re lying.” I would know.
Occupying ground that has already had its magic repurposed creates a barrier.” She lifts her silver brows. “The easiest solution is to drain it yourself. If you do so before I get there, you’ll live.
the nearest wyvern carcass.
“Why would riders develop farsight if you can see that clearly, anyway?” I ask. “The privilege of our sight is afforded to few,”
Fuck you. My daughter and I will meet Malek with clean consciences. Will you and your daughters be able to say the same when they come for you? —The last words of Tracila Cardulo (redacted)
“Cruth also relays that you should be drinking more water, as we’ve been in combat longer than hoped for.”
“You will not burn!” Glane demands. Fuck, I really didn’t want to have to do this, but I mentally open the door to my childhood home and flood my body with her power.
Heat surrounds us and the leather hardens in my grip as the shield turns to stone. Fire roars, blazes, flows around us. We are the rock in the river, demanding the water part.
I will pray to Her that she need not use it to avoid reacquainting herself with the other who curries her favor. Her path is still not set. —Recovered Correspondence of High Priestess Deservee to His Royal Highness, Cadet Aaric Graycastle, Prince Camlaen of Navarre
For when you lose yours. Strike in the dark, Violet.
How would Aaric know I’d lose my dagger, let alone think that some piece of rock could replace—
I gasp as all the pieces click in one overwhelming heartbeat. The reinforcements. Telling me to guard Dunne’s temple. Yanking Lynx out of the way before the doors even opened to the great hall. He knew. He’s been manifesting this entire time. “He’s a fucking precog,”
she dives left, smacking into an invisible wall and falling backward. A wall that snarls.
“Stone doesn’t kill venin.” “You were never just venin,” I reply. “Dunne is a wrathful goddess to high priestesses who turn their backs on Her.”
Panchek’s cowering, traitorous ass,
Not even because he’s supposed to be dead.
The bond between Berwyn and me is the kind that should never exist, and now that my Sage has another sibling he can use against me…I’m screwed.
Panchek reaches for the net over his dragon. “I’m the only one who can give you access to your son.”
Berwyn just killed a dragon with a dagger. How the fuck is that possible?
Shadow drags Berwyn from Sgaeyl and knocks both him and my new brother unconscious.
“And her decision will determine our fate.”
“Just because she’s your sister doesn’t mean she’s not the fastest way—”
“What did you do?” My head snaps toward Imogen,
