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“Everyone assumes she’ll wind up with you, but it’s my last name she ends up wearing on her flight jacket in formation.”
told us about our father coming here.” “She wouldn’t have, would she?” Narelle shifts in her seat. “When did he die?” “A little less than three years ago,” I answer gently. “His heart failed.” Narelle’s face crumples for a few sorrowful breaths, but she nods through it as if having a conversation with herself, then lifts her head again. “Your father
“What a fucking asshole,” Dain mutters. “Why didn’t you tell me?” “What were you going to do? Punch out the crown prince of Navarre?” I counter. Dain’s brow furrows. “Yes,” Xaden answers. “Still might.”
He didn’t love me, not in the way I deserve to be loved, and no amount of power is worth staying with someone who doesn’t love you.”
“You’re fine,” he repeats. “Not dizzy. Not sore. Not tired? Because we just flew all last night.”
“Good,” he says against my ear, and I gasp with surprise as he grabs hold of my waist and turns me to face him. “Because I’m done being polite.”
“Are you sure? You know what I am,” he says slowly, and a flicker of something that looks like fear crosses his face.
Who you are is not what you did, you're still an innocent
“I’m never running. It’s you and me, no matter what.”
It's you & me, that's my whole world
my legs, clinging to him with everything I have as he lowers his
“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.”
“We could just stay here,” I whisper.
Xaden’s faster to the bathroom than I am, and he throws my towel through the doorway, making sure I catch it
I’m sure as fuck not offering the sight of you in a towel up to Aetos after hearing that your father basically planned your wedding to the asshole,”
“Too fucking bad for Halden.” Xaden shrugs.
my face. “They’re Fallorinia moths.” “What?” Xaden’s boots crunch on the rocky path as
on the right who keeps flaring her nose and stepping off the path like I won’t notice, and her male counterpart on the left, doing his best to fade into the shadows, not realizing
Get fucked
you are?” Well, shit. My mouth opens— “My consort,” Xaden replies casually. “Violet Sorrengail.” What the actual fuck? My jaw snaps shut
“We aren’t married.” He fucking smirks. “I’ve noticed. But ‘girlfriend’ is missing that permanent tone.
else I’d rather be. He squeezes my hand once, then lets go, freeing us both in case we need to fight,
“Stop wailing like a child.” Courtlyn sits back in
Pull it out and bandage that hand now,” I tell him. Xaden moves
down. “I need to know you can uphold your end of a bargain even when it’s unpleasant to do so, just as your father did.” Xaden nods once, his face
no more than eight dragons and an equal number of gryphons for the purposes of a search party, which would entail securing hunting rights of wild game for said creatures and a promise of safety for all parties.” Courtlyn rolls the stem of his goblet between his thumb and forefinger.
a rebel. From what I hear, you are cut from the same cloth, and yet you’ve been restored to your title, so to whom do you swear your fealty?” I reach into
“My loyalty is to Violet first above everything, everyone else,”
those at war, however…that’s where the money is. We remain neutral in all things and always have. It’s how we’ve maintained trade, commerce, growth, and knowledge for the world no matter what god you worship or magic you can access.” “But they’ve
leaving a bloody trail on the
Now, Andarna doesn’t eat our allies—it’s a whole thing her elders are trying to teach her—but you know how adolescents are. Never really know if they feel like listening on any given day.”
dark circles under his eyes. “Vi, I think he outranks me in this department.” “You sure you want to do this?”
to all shit that runes are the only thing Mira is willing to talk to me about. The southwestern Deverelli
tourmaline on her wrist and watching Ridoc and Garrick build a fire as Dain constructs a cooking spit with Maren and
“He doesn’t think you’re…” Dain shakes his head. “You know what? Never mind.” He lifts his middle finger to the soldier.
Sgaeyl lunges from the left and snaps her teeth close enough to a soldier that the woman’s hair blows sideways as she gasps. “She said to get fucked,” Xaden replies to their captain.
Every single one of them has silver hair. Not gray. Not white. Silver.
Guardians are no longer permitted to dedicate children in service to their favored deity. The decision to serve the gods for life must be made after the age of majority and of one’s free will.
checks with Dain. “He said you’re the strongest,” Dain admits, then translates again as the commander begins to speak. “And they have chosen Costa as your
draws the blade across his skin, and I sink my teeth into
flight formation—” “And wyvern would pick you off twice as fast for dividing your forces in that environment.” Mira shakes her head. Xaden and I slip our jackets back on. “You clearly don’t understand
I’d get to see him again, and
“I understand wanting to know him,” I tell Talia. “He is spectacular in every way—”
recedes an inch. “What I need is for Xaden to be all right. If that means setting this house on fire and leaving without accomplishing anything else on this isle, then I’ll hand
the railing, I look out over the strip of sand that meets the ocean and press my lips into a tight line. While Tairn and Andarna sun their scales on the beach, Sgaeyl prowls along the waterline, her head low, her eyes narrowed. “She’s pacing for some reason,” Xaden says as Sgaeyl passes by. “Not that I can ask her.” He huffs a self-deprecating
I’m not about to be a barrier if he wants to talk to his mother, especially knowing what I would give to have the same opportunity with mine.
I’m just saying that I’m not the person to ask if you should spend a night talking to yours, because I would give anything for ten minutes with mine.”
“You’re all that matters to me.” “Same.” He drops his chin to the top of my head. “We can’t just skip an entire isle,” he grumbles, splaying
“Are we scheming? I do enjoy scheming.”
Talia lifts her brows, and I hand over the vial and its dehydrated, light-green leaves. She takes the gift with a bewildered smile. “Is this…” “Dried arinmint,” I reply. Gods bless Brennan. The god of wisdom is the trickiest to placate. Hedeon seems to only answer those who do not pray to him. —Major Rorilee’s Guide to Appeasing the Gods, Second
crystal goblet teeming with chilled arinmint tea and gesturing in my direction. “And thank you for your gift. My Talia is quite
“If bloodlines equaled allegiance, we wouldn’t be sitting here under interrogation.” He glances to Talia at his right. “He is your son, right?”
Shall we go with three or four years?” “Lifetime. Anything less is unacceptable.” Xaden slides his hand to the back of my neck. “And her full name for the papers is Violet Sorrengail. Two Rs.”
