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her light hair—silver?—whipping
This isn’t how he ends, how we end.
I am an irid scorpiontail.”
“Well-the-fuck-aware.”
You might be angry when you realize I didn’t wake you to say goodbye. But it’s only because I no longer fully trust my ability to walk away.
“I want whatever you’re able to give, Xaden.”
“You want me the same way that I want you. Wholly. Completely. With nothing but skin between us. Heart, mind, and body.”
I’ll use Tyrrendor to protect you, not you to protect Tyrrendor.”
“Do you guys think it’s short for iridescent?” “Yes,”
“We live by the Codex—” I try again. “I live by you. When have I ever given a fuck about the Codex or the Code of Conduct?”
“I am yours and you are mine, and there’s no law or rule in this world or the next that will change that.”
requesting an exemption in
to our roster.” He glances down the table. “Everyone here has been
“Agreed,” Xaden says. “That’s far too casual a term for what we are.”
as they race toward him, only
to walk by before reaching
My brightest light, I meant to prepare you but only had time for half the lessons you need, half the history, half the truth, and now time runs short. I failed Brennan the day I watched him walk the parapet, failed Mira when I could not stop her from following, but I fear my death will fail you. Your mother and I trust no one, and neither can you.
No one on the squad is going to hand you over, and you obviously need some more opinions before you’re comfortable enough to actually try and input
from the sky, then disappearing as quickly as
“By Malek, I fucking love you,” Xaden says.
No. No. Sandy-brown hair falls recklessly over his left eye as he starts down the steps, and I know it’s illogical, but
Xaden’s gaze narrows as it jumps between Halden and me, and then he turns his attention to the sparring match.
seal of Viscount Tecarus. “Here. Grady is taking too long and has
“I haven’t so much as thought about you in years.
“She really, honestly hasn’t thought about you. At least not since the second she set eyes on me.”
It’s written, but I can hear his voice say it so clearly in my head that my eyes immediately sting.
I’m so sorry this falls to you, my brightest light.
“Did you love him?” The question is a low rumble of sound.
“Did. You. Love. Him?” Xaden lifts his head and pins me with a look that borders on feral. “I have to know. I can handle it. But I have to know.”
“Did you love him?” he repeats. “Holy shit.” My hands fall from his jacket. “You’re actually jealous.” “Yes, love, I’m jealous.”
“I’m jealous of the armor that holds you when I can’t, the sheets on your bed that caress your skin every night, and the blades that feel your hands.
“You’re Xaden Riorson.” I rise up on my toes and press a kiss to his chin. “Shadow wielder.” Another at his jaw. “Duke of Tyrrendor.” My mouth brushes just beneath his earlobe. “Love of my life. You have nothing to be jealous of.”
“Stop me if I cross the line.”
and I clench my fists when power immediately rises in my veins, responding to my fear. “They can’t hear us,”
“They want to search Aretia.” “They can get fucked.”
“If I wasn’t in love with you already, I would be now,” Xaden says, crossing his ankles.
will speak for me in my absence while taking counsel from my only living blood relative—Cadet Durran. Lieutenant Tavis has been co-leading my classes and will step into the role of professor to teach them
in.” “If I give my permission,” Halden retorts. Wrong move, Halden. “I ask permission of one person on the Continent, and it sure as Amari isn’t you.”
“Just wanted to clear that up,” Xaden interrupts, then lifts me into his arms. “We’ll see you once we’re rested.”
“I’m done sleeping in a bed that doesn’t have you in it.”
Hey,” I say gently. “Hey.” He tilts his head down toward mine and gives me a soft—but real—smile. I almost ask him
“It’s perfectly fine if you die first, Cordella. I’m exactly where I want to be.” Then the man fucking winks at me, and I almost fall off my damned horse.
“And my home is the first.”
Or is the miracle of our relationship the result of a precise combination of tragedies that broke us both so completely that when we collided, we became something entirely new?
“I miss the bond,” I whisper before I can think better of it. “Me too. But you don’t have to say what you’re thinking for me to know,” he whispers, his hands slipping from my waist to my hips. “I can read it in every line of your body. Your eyes are a dead giveaway, too.”
“She only wounded you, but I’ll kill you if you take another step toward her, and it turns out that’s bad for international relations.”
“What you call gods, we call science. What you call fate, we call coincidence. What you call the divine intervention of love, we call…” She flourishes her hand. “Alchemy. Two substances combined to make something entirely new, not unlike what’s between the two of you.” She glances between Xaden and me and sets her hand on her chest.

