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“What if it doesn’t work?” I asked softly. “What if I wasted all this time and effort and it doesn’t work?”
Logic Police … so it’s been three months and Dolion hasn’t attacked, they haven’t been coronated and haven’t went to the council? The curse was lifted so wouldn’t the council members remember that Wyvern was a powerful dragon kingdom and wonder what happened to it? Wouldn’t they realize that it’s been 16 years since they last heard from them? Like, WTH? The author just totally left all of that out, like it was unimportant stuff.
He wore a strange rectangular hat that was likely reserved for religious people (they’d long since succumbed to the demons), and a long cream robe with gold and burgundy lines down the front. A little smile played across his lips, and a strange sheen, like the full light spectrum, filtered into the air around him.
Dessia, whom I’d never spoken to directly, leaned toward me. She was in her early twenties, with white-blonde hair that framed a very pretty face that bore a close resemblance to her sister’s. She seemed incredibly shy. She always let Calia, a few years her senior, do the talking. Always. Until now, apparently.
If you can stand their possessiveness, arrogance, growling, and rage issues, and—” “Hadriel, I am getting the idea that you don’t like me,” said Vemar, on Hadriel’s other side for the same reason Hadriel had earned a spot in the seats of honor. He was enjoying himself immensely. “That hurts my feelings.”
Nyfain tensed beside me, and a shock of power flowed over us. I groaned within the feeling, fluttering my eyes closed and swaying toward him. Hadriel grabbed my shoulder and yanked me back. “Oh fuck, is this what I think it is? Vemar, look. I wasn’t in the library for the heat-fucking that other time.”
Lol. I still want to know who was in there… was it the sister faerie? Is that her secret? And if so, with whom?