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All events are true, and names have been preserved to honor the courage of those fallen.
Does this mean they’re dead???
A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
The weak don’t survive here, especially not in the Riders Quadrant. The dragons make sure of that.
Mom braces her hands on the immaculate
surface of her desk and leans in slightly as she stands, looking us over with narrowed, appraising eyes that mirror the dragons’ carved into the furniture’s massive legs. I don’t need the prohibited power of mind reading to know exactly what she sees.
It’s not the first time I’ve heard her curse the sickness that nearly killed her while she was pregnant with me
It’s been more than a year since his heart finally failed,
Why was his heart weak
“Mira, Violet deals with more pain before lunch than you do in an entire week. If any of my children is capable of surviving the Riders Quadrant, it’s her.”
Dad did, too. His chest pains started right after Brennan’s death.
“Find Dain Aetos,” Mira tells me as we cross through the courtyard, heading for the open gate. “Dain?” I can’t help but smile at the thought of seeing Dain again, and my heart rate jumps.
Gross
“You’re General Sorrengail’s youngest.” His voice is deep and accusatory.
“Your father killed my older brother. Seems like we’re even.” “Hardly.”
“Violet Sorrengail,” I answer as thunder cracks above me,
Blue dragons descend from the extraordinary Gormfaileas line. Known for their formidable size, they are the most ruthless, especially in the case of the rare Blue Daggertail, whose knifelike spikes at the tip of their tail can disembowel an enemy with one flick.
Strong hands catch my elbows to steady me,
Touch 1
And I’m about to be sick all over his boots.
Me too bitch
He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, turning my face left and right for his inspection.
Touch 2
“Huh.” He drops his hands and looks at me like he’s never seen me before, like I’m a complete stranger, but then he blinks and it’s gone.
What just happened? Feelings for her or more?
I shake my head and take his arm.
Touch 3
He takes my hand and leads me to the alcove we disappeared from.
Touch 4
Finally, the wingleaders turn around to face us, and the slight tilt to Xaden’s lips makes me instantly queasy.
😍
The navy dragon seems to tilt its head at me, as if its narrowed golden eyes can see straight through me to the fear fisting my stomach and the doubt curled insidiously around my heart. I bet it can even see the wrap binding my knee. It knows I’m at a disadvantage, that I’m too small to climb its foreleg and mount, too frail to ride. Dragons
The dragon blinks, which might be a sign of approval, or boredom, and looks away.
and a hand grips my elbow,
Touch 5
cups my face, his thumb stroking over my cheekbone in a soothing motion.
Touch 6
“I can read a person’s recent memories,” Dain admits quietly.
So not full mind reading
His head tilts, and he studies me with those impossibly dark eyes, like he’s deciding where I’m most vulnerable.
Is xaden a mind reader?
as Dain carries me
Touch 7
Dain slides one hand under my back, the other under my head,
Touch 8
dragging me behind him with his arm so I face-plant into his back.
Touch 9
I take his calloused hand in mine.
Touch 10
Dain squeezes my hand gently.
Touch 11
Dain asks, lifting a hand to cradle my face.
Touch 12
I give his hand a squeeze,
Touch 13
his elbow brushing mine.
Touch 14
“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?” he whispers.
😮💨
“You going to prance or are you going to strike?”
Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole.
in his room as his thumbs dig into the muscle between my neck and shoulder.
Touch 15
Dain blurts, his hands flying to my hips, holding me in place
Touch 16
He grasps my shoulders.
Touch 17
a hand rising to cradle my cheek.
Touch 18
He lifts his other hand so he’s holding my face between both palms, tipping it up toward his.
Touch 19
resting his forehead against mine.
Touch 20
covering his hand with mine
Touch 21
His hand finds mine,
Touch 21
“He did, but it was after my mom had a really long night while we were stationed near the eastern border, and her eyes were bloodshot red, so I freaked out and started shrieking.” I can’t help but smile at the memory. “She took my book of fables away for a month because the outpost guards all came running,
“Step aside, Silver One,” a deep, gruff, definitely male voice orders.
“I know exactly who and what you are, Violet Sorrengail.”
What does it mean
So much for privacy. “You’ll never be alone again.”
