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Damn it, I don’t want to find a single thing about Xaden Riorson admirable, and yet here he is, being all annoyingly admirable. Asshole.
“When do we get to kill Violet Sorrengail?”
Coming in last is better than coming in dead.
How many women have felt those strands between their fingers? Why the hell do I care?
“And as is our law, your sentence will be carried out by fire,” Nyra states.
“A hundred and seven.” He looks away. That number makes my stomach lurch, and then my hand pauses. A hundred and seven. That’s the number Liam mentioned. “That’s how many kids under the age of majority carry the rebellion relic.”
“So if any of them betray Navarre…” I lift my brows. “Then my life is forfeit. The scars are a reminder.” It’s why Liam says he owes him everything.
There’s no way he would have designed that saddle, spent all that time training me to fight and fly, if he didn’t feel something. He’s going to have to fight for this, too, or it will never work.
“I’m just…his.”
“There’s only you, Violence. Is that what you needed to hear?” I nod. “Even when I’m not with you, there’s only you.
“Someone better be dead if I get out of this bed, Garrick,” Xaden retorts.
“Dragons are bound by bonds,” he explains as Xaden approaches. “There is only one other bond more sacred than that of a dragon and its rider.” A dragon and its mate. Everyone knew but me. Even my own dragons.
Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.”
“There is no me without you,”
You’re all cowards. —The last words of Fen Riorson (redacted)
I love her. Of course I love her. But if I tell her now, she’ll think I’m saying it for all the wrong reasons, and honestly, she’d be right.
