“You can ride me when the flesh rots off my bones, wingleader.” Well, that’s descriptive. “Look, there’s no rule against it. I checked. And if anything, you’ll be doing Tairn a favor by freeing all his power and taking the weight of worry off his mind. Mine too, if that helps matters.” My fingernails bite into my palms as I search for another reason, another excuse, but there isn’t one. I might not want to appear different than every other rider on this field, but I already am. “Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.” Xaden’s expression remains bland, bored even,
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