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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
“They’re a mated pair, Tairn and Sgaeyl. The strongest bonded pair in centuries.”
“Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.” Xaden’s expression remains bland, bored even, but his eyes heat as his gaze drops to my mouth. “And you say this now, where people will see if you actually do.” My breath catches. “When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think about me?” A corner of his mouth rises, and now it’s all I can concentrate on, damn him. “I only care what they think about you.”
Tairn roars with the unmistakable sound of pride. “Lightning wielder.”
There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
“It’s been. My honor.”
Damn, sometimes I forget just how beautifully lethal he is.
“Welcome to the revolution, Violet.”
