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Hold on to your rage.
I wondered if the war had ended with my death.
I knew I’d never see any of them again.
Maybe…
“I’m so sorry. I’ll just go and change my clothes. I’ll be back in a few minutes to take you to class. Wait for me here, all right?” I nodded in between a mouth stuffed with two pieces of bacon. Had Regan Pansera actually apologized to me?
Seems sus
I didn’t even want to know what Viktor was storing the blood lust of vampires for.
War!!
There were two sides to every story. And what she had just spewed was carefully written historical bullshit. To the victors went the spoils. Wasn’t that the saying back in Aercanum? And the victors also wrote the histories, didn’t they? Obviously the vampires wanted to come off as the saviors of the world. It was all propaganda. Propaganda that most of Sangratha had accepted as the truth.
!!!
If I breathed in, I knew exactly what I’d smell. Green apples. A faint hint of mint. Something underlying it all, like the pages of an old book. I hated that I knew all of that about him.
This could have been worded better? Less choppy and less cringey while still describing how he smelled.
I’m not sure I quite like your tone. This certainly isn’t the appreciative spirit with which I expected my gesture to be received.
Wonder if this is Odessa?
You’re not a freak. You’re beautiful, she scolded. You’re perfect. Never allow anyone to tell you differently.
Something a mother would say…
I’m your mother.
!!!
Orcades. That was her name. Orcades Le Fay. Then Orcades Pendragon after she’d married my father, Arthur.
THE Arthur????
That was what I wanted. To become a fortress.
Once you truly master this, no one will be able to touch your mind again. Unless you want them to.”
Oooooo foreshadowing
“Florence!” I said in delight as she pulled out a metal flask. “You naughty girl.” “I had it strapped to my thigh,” she said, giggling. “I read about a girl doing it in a book once.”
Precious
Blake had just fucking killed for me.
Perhaps you’re here to admire the dragons.” “They are incredible,” I admitted, looking up at the huge stone statues. “So lifelike.”
They are real!!! Frozen somehow?
“There are no dragons, you ninny.
Lol ninny
“But it happened when he was at home with his family. I’ve always thought it was some sort of an illness. Or something kind of embarrassing that they didn’t want publicized. Like a freak accident.”
Wonder if little sister killed him
But the idea of Pendragon being summoned here to face my uncle’s wrath instead of me made my chest tighten.
And then I felt it. She was inside my mind.
What!!!!!
“Aenia,” he spat finally. “What did you see?”
There is something wrong with lil sis…
The ritual had to be performed at night, under the open sky, and in a place of ancient power. I already had a place in mind. I’d use the Dragon Court. There was no doubt it was a place of power. The sculptures seemed to have been standing there for centuries.
I bet mom is gonna be reincarnated as a dragon
The soul would enter an inanimate object and be bound to it until such time as the anchor was destroyed.
Dragon statue that may or may not be a real dragon
Why did the bad ones have to look so good?
Right?
I unfolded it and read: Dear blightborn bitch, go fuck yourself. I work alone. I hope you die a slow and painful death in the Games. I can’t wait to watch. Love, Regan.
I'd Regina George that shit and post it all over the school lmao
Thank the Bloodmaiden for vampire reflexes. I’d been gawking at Pendragon like a fool, but every time her head seemed to be about to move in my direction, I’d glance away so she’d have no idea.
Ahhhh!!!
They’d opted not to form a triad, even though they might have been stronger with a third mate.
Oh wait… I bet Medra will kill Regan & they'll end up not being in a triad anymore
She was untouchable. I couldn’t even feed from her without our bond getting stronger first. Of course, she didn’t know that. If she did, she’d never let me get close to her ever again.
Ooooo!!!
“But you will probably have to dance together at least once,” Florence went on. “It’s tradition.” “I guess I can manage a single dance.”
Oooo
A small girl, no more than four or five, lay crumpled on the ground. Over her crouched Blake’s sister, Aenia. Her mouth was slick with blood as she leaned over the younger child, sucking greedily.
I knew the sister was gonna be cray
“I have no idea what you know and don’t know,” I said slowly. “Or if you really care.” “I’m here, aren’t I?” he spat.
Pushing myself up on my elbows, I looked over at the item on my nightstand: Coregon’s dagger with Orcades’s soul trapped inside.
Wondered if we'd get back to this
Layers of rock slid away from the dragon’s body, revealing sleek, midnight-black scales.
I knew they were real
