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He takes hold of my hands and brings them to his chest. “So do whatever you need to get it out. You want to yell? Yell at me. You want to hit something? Hit me. I can take it.”
He captures my wrists in one hand and holds them prisoner above my head.
“Unless you don’t want me.” “Does this feel like I don’t want you?” He takes my hand and slides it between our bodies, and my fingers curl around his length through his leathers.
“I need…I need…” My frantic eyes search his. Where are my words? “I know.”
A hundred and seven. That’s the number Liam mentioned. “That’s how many kids under the age of majority carry the rebellion relic.”
Finding a jar on my nightstand with a handful of spring violets?
“Well, then start there. Ground in your power and try to feel whatever it was you were feeling.” He goes back to his notebook. “Should I get the wingleader?” Tairn flat-out laughs in my head. “Shut up.”
There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
He had an entire arsenal of daggers crafted just for me. He designed a saddle for Tairn so I can ride into battle with my peers.
Imogen and I are just friends. Trust me, she wasn’t looking at me, and even if she were…” He pauses, his hand slipping to cradle the back of my head as he holds us steady despite the gusting wind. “Gods help me, I’m only looking at you.”
“The wingleader had it made for me. See? It hooks to Tairn’s.”
“Your legs are stiff.” He starts at my calves, working the knots loose with his strong hands.
I’ve never seen a gryphon rider before. The dragons usually burn them to ash, along with their half-eagle, half-lion mounts.
“It’s been. My honor.” Liam’s chest rattles as his lungs struggle.
would rather lose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myself over and over, then I’ll do it. You gave me your heart, and I’m keeping it.”
