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“Stop. Fucking. Coddling. Her.”
You are not just a weapon, Sorrengail. You are the weapon.
“Thank you for saving Liam. He’s important to me.”
“And thank gods for it. Zihnal must really love Liam, cheating death twice today.” But it wasn’t Liam who cheated death. It was me.
“Imagining that’s me?”
“Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be.”
Mine. In this moment, Xaden Riorson is mine.
Or maybe I’m his. Who fucking cares as long as he keeps kissing me?
This kind of desperation isn’t natural; it’s a wildfire that’s likely to burn us both to the ground if we let it.
Finding a jar on my nightstand with a handful of spring violets? My heart swells. I’m in so much fucking trouble.
“Should I get the wingleader?”
There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
Well, look at that. I am a certified badass.
There’s no way he would have designed that saddle, spent all that time training me to fight and fly, if he didn’t feel something.
The way we’re looking at each other tells me neither of us is ever going to forget.
Even the broody little cloud that follows him everywhere has a certain appeal as he rolls his eyes at something Garrick says.
“You are a good friend, Liam Mairi.” I rest my head on his arm.
As if knowing him would somehow make me want him less, but everything I learn about him only makes me tumble harder and faster.
I’m in love with Xaden.
Even if Xaden’s
death wouldn’t kill Sgaeyl, I’m not sure I could survive it.
“Wanting you will be the death of me. Let’s go.”
“This had better be good, because I was finally taking my shot with that gorgeous brunette healer,”
“The wingleader had it made for me. See? It hooks to Tairn’s.”
“It’s just in case I can’t keep up. Now I can come along!”
His gaze shifts to meet mine and immediately softens.
I can’t help but note both of the important men are walking away from me right now, in opposite directions, and given the one I’ve chosen to follow, my life is about to change forever.
“Worrying about you is ninety-nine percent of what I do.”
barely restrain myself from flipping the middle finger at my own dragon.
I never lied when I said I can’t live without you, Violence.”
“This isn’t your fault,” Xaden says to me, then rips his gaze from mine and turns to his friends, who are running down the ramparts to join us. “We’ve been sent here to die.”
“We watched as our parents were executed because they had the courage to do the right thing. I’d like to think my death would be just as honorable.”
“Stay alive, and I promise I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”
“I need you to survive this, even if I hate that I still love you.” “I can live with that.”
“That thing was going to take a chunk out of Tairn. You’ve saved my life and now it’s my turn. No matter what you think of me for
keeping secrets, we’re friends, Violet.”
“Fight to stay. Please, Liam. Fight to stay.” “At Parapet—” His face twists in pain. “You have to take care of my sister.”
“Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.”
“It’s been. My honor.”
Liam, who never complained about being my shadow, never hesitated to help, never bragged about being the best of our year. He died protecting me.
Because right now, standing near the dead body of my friend and his dragon—all I want is to show these assholes exactly how violent I can be.
That’s what Liam was trying to tell me. When a dragon dies, so does its rider. But apparently when a venin dies, so do the wyvern they created. All of them. That’s how we can save everyone on this battlefield.
You can’t make me fall for you and then die. None of this is worth it without you.”
She can’t die because I know I can’t live without her even if I do.

