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“I know exactly who and what you are, Violet Sorrengail.”
There’s a sense of connection in those moments that I crave,
“Is that…churam?” He blows out a puff of smoke. “Want some? Unless you’re here to continue our earlier argument, in which case, none for you.” My jaw practically unhinges. “No! We’re not allowed to smoke that!” “Yeah, well, the people who made that rule obviously weren’t bonded to Sgaeyl and Tairn, now were they?” A smirk lifts a corner of his mouth.
“Kissing you would be a cataclysmic mistake.” “Calamitous.”
“Twenty-three,” he answers. “My birthday was in March.” And I didn’t even know. “Mine is in—” “July,” he answers with a ghost of a smile. “I know. I made it my business to know everything there was to know about you the second I saw you on the parapet.”
“Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat,” he says. “Or maybe it was when I realized the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realized I’m fucked because I can’t stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you.”
“Don’t do that,” I whisper, and he lifts his head again to hold my gaze. “Don’t do what? Tell you I can’t get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?”
“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.”
I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been. I am infinite.
“I’m proud you’re mine.” Andarna’s voice wavers,
You are not just a weapon, Sorrengail. You are the weapon. You train this ability, own it, and you’ll have the power to defend an entire kingdom.”
“So then why are you here, Xaden?” “Because I can’t seem to stay away.”
“I always fucking want you.”
he lifts his head, seizes my gaze with his, and I recognize the wild need in those gold-flecked depths. It mirrors my own.
“Fuck me, this hair,” he says, then hovers his mouth over mine. “And this mouth. All I ever want to do is kiss you, even when you piss me off.”
fantasy is so fun to read NEW GENRE FRFR 🤌🏼🩷
i love the dragons and how they are mated and how xaden & v can speak into each others minds i LOVEEEE everything abt it! the action, the fighting, the banter, the tension, UGH IM OBSESSED NEW FAV BOOK & SERIES BY FAR. IM SO EXCITED FOR IRON FLAME & ONYX STORM
Shadows fall away and the sight of him above me, his dark gaze locked on mine in intense concentration, is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “So. Very. Beautiful.” I punctate each word with a kiss.
“And both times were the result of emotional reactions?”
I ground both feet in my Archives and power flows around me, through me. Andarna’s golden light is there, too, but it’s softened from having been drained yesterday, and high above me swirl the inky-black shadows I know represent the connection to Xaden.
Carr is staring at me, and it’s about to get really fucking awkward if I can’t figure out how—” Images of…me flood my mind. It’s last night, except I’m somehow seeing it through Xaden’s eyes, feeling the unmistakable burn of insatiable desire. My control slips—no, it’s Xaden’s control slipping
and now I understand why he takes his job so seriously. He shoulders the responsibility for every marked one in here.
And when others are quick to stand in front of me, Xaden always stands at my side, trusting me to hold my own.
There’s more than one way to fall. Shit. That ache in my chest burns brighter than the power coursing through my veins. I’m in love with Xaden.

