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“I have brought the traitor!”
Okay thats dramatic
“Well-the-fuck-aware.”
Holy tude
“Hard to talk about something you don’t remember.” Imogen steps into his space, and his grin slips.
I LOVE HER
“I’m either completely in love with your boyfriend or utterly terrified of him,” Ridoc says under his breath. “Not sure at the moment.”
“Better than one of them manifesting as an inntinnsic,” Ridoc mutters. “Could you imagine executing—”
Do i have news for you
“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” he asks me in a hushed whisper.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, trying to look past him to see if there’s anyone else in the hallway who could report him. “Did you love him?” The question is a low rumble of sound. “Someone is going to see you!” “Did. You. Love. Him?” Xaden
Holy dramatic
Aura is watching
Get this bitch off the monitor
“It really pisses me off when you guys act like my sense of humor somehow lessens my ability to show up for our squad.”
Damn ridoc preach!
“Bad things happen when we’re not together,” he says quietly.
Hes such a softy
Prince Halden, and whatever favorite guard follows you in case you stub your toe,”
“Will you still keep me if I have to crawl up the stairs?” I ask Tairn. “You’re not crawling,” Xaden answers.
Wrong pathway. Gods, I really am in trouble.
“I swear to Amari, you two get one inch closer and I’m going to throw a bucket of water on you,” Mira warns, breaking the spell.
“Do riders get nicknames once they earn their wings?” Drake questions Mira. “Because I’m pretty sure yours would be Killjoy.”
Aaric’s gaze swings wildly toward Xaden. “He isn’t breathing!”
GARRICK NO
“We need to get him to breathe—” Aaric starts. “He’s fucking blue.”
NO
“Asshole!” Ridoc shouts, and I pivot to see him plow his fist into the cook’s face. “I have four uniforms, but only one fucking flight jacket, and I”—punch—“hate”—punch—“sewing!”
“The claw!”
Is that a toy story reference
Drake’s arms bulge as he holds Cat back, his hand covering her mouth. That muffled sound. It’s her screaming. Drake’s face crumples for the length of a heartbeat as he whispers in her ear.
NO.I CANT DO THIS
“Give me that.” To my surprise, Mira takes the kitten, not the map, cradling it against her chest with one hand. “Her name is Broccoli, not that,” he mutters. She looks at him like he’s sprouted whiskers. “You named a kitten Broccoli?” “No one really wants broccoli, but it’s good for you, so seems fitting to me.”
“Why not Carrots?” Mira asks, scratching under the kitten’s chin. “She’s orange.” “Just to frustrate you, Sorrengail,” Drake answers, glancing up from the map.
“Just you and me today, honey bear.” Garrick swings his arm over Xaden’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he leans in and whispers. “I’ll take good care of you.” He flashes a dimple.
“Stop keeping shit to yourself,” he demands. “I don’t want to have this fight again.
Ridoc pats me on the shoulder, then starts back toward camp. “I’ve never been happier to be single. You two have some serious issues.”
He scoffs and gestures down the hall. “You have a room. It hasn’t moved.” “It’s his room,” I correct him quietly. “And he’s all broody.” “We’re home, Vi. Act like it.” He grins, then turns around me, walking backward down the hallway on the right. “Sleep in your bed. He’ll just brood harder if you don’t.”
“There is such a thing.” Xaden’s voice drops. “It’s absolutely more dangerous than lightning. It’s a form of inntinnsic,” he ends on a whisper.
OH SHIT OH SHIT
“I did not choose it any more than Tairn chose lightning,” she says defensively. “But you have been known to wander while dreaming. It’s harmless. You’re mostly drawn to him.” The blanket falls from my fingers. “And you said nothing?” Tairn growls. “You did not inform her the first time she wielded lightning!” Andarna argues. “She needed to discover it herself.” “Oh gods.” I start to shake.
“Andarna’s gone.”
NO COME BACK
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.
Im highlighting thjs cause everyone eslse did - im going to assume this is important :D
IMOGEN
MY SHAYLA PART TWO!!
“We made it a good one.” She falls limp, and when I lift my shaking fingers to her throat, there’s no pulse. She’s gone.
WAIT I WASNT PREPARED FOR THIS
“I’m not leaving you!” He leans in and slides his hand behind my neck. “I’m not leaving you, Imogen,” he repeats, softer this time. “We’ll take Quinn, but we have to go now. Let me have her.”
GARRICK MY GOAT
My stomach pitches. How would Aaric know I’d lose my dagger, let alone think that some piece of rock could replace—
That freaking future reader.
Andarna.
OH MY GOD
And then I hear nothing.
Wait but wdym im stressing
“I love you.” Violet’s voice cracks the cold, and a silken thread of warmth wedges itself in the opening before it seals shut, locking it in place. No. Wait. I grab for that thread with desperate hands, clawing to keep her as more of my pieces are blown away, lost to the void. She is warmth and light and air and love.
I CANT DO THIS
“Tairn does not, and you haven’t looked in a mirror yet. The red veins branching from your eyes look like her lightning.”
“What did you do?” My head snaps toward Imogen, and a deep sense of foreboding takes root in my chest.
OH SHIT
“What you asked me to.”
WHAT DO YPU MEAN WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT DO YOU MEAN
