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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
If you want to get laid, and you should”—she lifts her brows—“often, considering you never know what the day brings, then screw around in your own year.
I will not die today.
“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
Probably just to screw with you, a monster playing with his prey before pouncing.
I will not die today. —Violet Sorrengail’s personal addendum to the Book of Brennan
“She can be taught.” “She’s a quick learner,” I retort.
Heat rushes up my neck and flames lick my cheeks as he lowers his face so his lips are only inches away from mine. I can make out every speck of gold in his onyx eyes, every bump and ridge of his scar. Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole.
My breath catches and my body warms, the traitorous bitch. You are not attracted to toxic men, I remind myself, and yet, here I am, getting all attracted. I have been since the first second I saw him, if I feel like being honest.
“People die,” he says slowly, his jaw ticking before he drags in a deep breath. “It’s going to happen over and over again. It’s the nature of what happens here. What makes you a rider is what you do after people die.
I have a plan—a shitty one, but it’s worth a try.
All plans start somewhere
“I know. But it’s just what friends do, Rhi.”
“She’s destroyed my shoulder!” Jack cries, stumbling to his feet and distracting the others. “I can’t move it!” He clutches the joint, and I grin.
That’s what you get bitch
“My name is Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and Fiaclanfuil, descended from the cunning Dubhmadinn line.”
“Sorrengail is the last person on the Continent I’d ever want to be chained to me. I didn’t do this.”
“The closest translation for humans is probably ‘for fuck’s sake.’
There is nothing more sacred than the Archives. Even temples can be rebuilt, but books cannot be rewritten.
“I never get to see her,” I blatantly whine. “I’m always stuck with your grumpy ass.” “I’m always here,” Andarna answers, but there’s no flicker of gold. She’s most likely in the Vale as usual, but at least she’s protected there. “This grumpy ass just caught you a dozen times, Silver One.”
“You’re a menace. Stop it,” I say. “Tell him if he harms you, I’ll scorch the ground where he stands.” “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Tairn.” I roll my eyes and walk to Dain, whose jaw is locked, but his eyes are wide with apprehension. “Tell him, or I’ll take it up with Cath.” “Tairn says if you harm me, he’ll burn you,” I say as dragons to the left and right launch skyward without their riders, headed back to the Vale. But not Tairn. Nope, he’s still standing behind me like an overprotective dad. “I’m not going to harm you!” Dain snaps. “Word for word, Silver One.” I blow a breath out slowly. “Sorry,
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“I’d have to be a masochist to sleep with you, and I can assure you, I’m not.” Fantasizing about it doesn’t count. “Masochist, huh?” A corner of his mouth quirks into a smirk.
“But the attack was orchestrated by a rider who fled before I arrived,” Xaden continues, his voice rising. “A rider who had access to the map of where all first-years are assigned to sleep, and that rider must be brought to swift justice.” Shit. This is about to get ugly. “I call you to answer for your crime against Cadet Sorrengail.” Xaden’s focus shifts to the center of the formation. “Wingleader Amber Mavis.”
That bitch
As for the 107 innocents, the children of the executed officers, they now carry what shall be known as the rebellion relic, transferred by the dragon who carried out the king’s justice. And to show the mercy of our great king, they will all be conscripted into the prestigious Riders Quadrant at Basgiath, so they may prove their loyalty to our kingdom with their service or with their death. —Addendum 4.2, the Treaty of Aretia
hair. If you ever want to bring me to my knees or win an argument, just let it down. I’ll get the point.”
“That was two, if we’re still counting, and I say we clean up, get the sand out of the bed, and get you to three, maybe four if you’re still awake.”
