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“I happen to know a rider whose powers can make big things very small.” A devious smile plays across her lips. “And smaller things…much, much bigger.”
Your brain is your best weapon. Outsmart them, Violet.
“It’s almost time. Ready?” “No.”
MOOD
I’ve missed his soft brown eyes and the way he laughs, the way every part of his body joins in.
I’ve missed the way he looks at me, like I’m someone worth noticing.
“Don’t let the wind sway your steps.”
Kinda hard when you’re only 90 fucking pounds 🙄
“Wind just might blow her right off.”
“I mean, who wouldn’t want to ride a dragon?”
Monster fuckers reading this book like 👀👀👀
I keep my sigh to myself, though that might be the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.
Even the diagonal scar that bisects his left eyebrow and marks the top corner of his cheek only makes him hotter. Flaming hot. Scorching hot. Gets-you-into-trouble-and-you-like-it level of hot.
He has to be more than four inches over six feet tall.
Why you gotta write >6’4” like that 🙄
cajoles.
Funny word lol
“It will be my pleasure to help you out.” “The fuck you will,” I mutter.
Murder is etched in his narrowed, glacial blue eyes as he glares down at me…and where the tip of my dagger now indents the fabric of his breeches—against his balls.
Shit. What is it going to be? I can’t kill him, not at this angle, and slicing off his balls is only going to make him hate me more, if possible.
“Don’t worry—if someone sees us, I’ll just say that I was overcome with lust at first sight and couldn’t wait another second to get you out of your pants.”
“I can throw in a few oh, Dain cries once we’re in your room just for believability,” I offer, and actually mean it.
Same 👀
“You’ve seen me in swimwear, tunics, and even ballgowns. Are you telling me it’s the leather that does it for you?”
“Glad to see our year apart hasn’t dulled your tongue, Vi.” “Oh,” I toss over my shoulder as we walk into the hallway, “I can do quite a few things with my tongue. You’d be impressed.”
Maybe I can do more than just survive.
My best advice? Don’t die.”
I have exactly two shades when it comes to the sun, pale and burned.
You want a dragon? Earn one.”
I’ve spent my life around dragons, but always from a distance. They don’t tolerate humans they haven’t chosen.
“We’re going to have to bring the masons in again,” Dain mutters as chunks of rock crumble under the dragons’ grips, crashing to the courtyard in boulders the size of my torso.
So boulders the size of pebbles then?
A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
The red dragon on the left opens its vast mouth, revealing teeth as big as I am.
So baby teeth?
Dain’s voice booms over us, and it’s hard to reconcile this stern-faced, serious leader with the funny, grinning guy I’ve always known.
Love a man that can do both 🤪
“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Dain steps forward and cups my face, his thumb stroking over my cheekbone in a soothing motion.
❤️❤️❤️
The guys are mostly shirtless because they think shirts give their opponent something to grab onto. Personally, I’m not arguing with their logic, just enjoying the view…respectfully, of course,
Thank God Dain’s shirt is on, because I don’t need another distraction when it’s time for my turn.
I ask as Ridoc lands a jab to Aurelie’s ribs. “Shit!” He shakes his head and backs up a step. “I don’t want to hurt you.” Aurelie holds her ribs but lifts her chin. “Who said you hurt me?” “Pulling your punches does her a disservice,” Dain says, folding his arms.
“You shouted and carried me out of there like I mean something to you.” I focus on the scar on his jaw, the stubble on his tan skin, anything to keep from feeling the utter destruction in my shoulder. “You do mean something to me.” He kicks again.
“Putting her under my command was the only thing I could think of to keep her safe.” “Not doing such a good job, are you?” Nolon’s eyes narrow.
Two figures in black cloaks—apparently tonight’s disguise of choice—walk under the protection of the tree.
One little hop to the right and I could repay that callous shoulder maneuver she pulled on me with a quick kick to her head. I just happen to value my own life more than I want revenge at the moment, so I keep my feet to myself.
“Let me guess, you could smell my perfume. Isn’t that what always gives the heroine away in books?” He scoffs. “I command shadows, but sure, it was your perfume that gave you away.” He lowers the knife and steps away.
“I’m more dangerous than you think,” I flat-out bluster.
You could be…if you fart on him 💨
“You’re not going to handle me?” I call after him, shock raising my brows. “Not tonight!” he tosses over his shoulder. I scoff. “What are you waiting for?” “It’s no fun if you expect it,” he answers, striding into the darkness. “Now, get back to bed before your wingleader realizes you’re out after curfew.” “What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!” But he’s already disappeared into the shadows, leaving me talking to myself like a fool.
“That’s none of your business. Before I got here? Still none of your business.” “Another fair point.” His mouth curves into a grin that makes me wish it was his business, though. I turn around before I do something utterly foolish like make it his business.
“I always worry about you.” Dain’s hands curl into fists. “Don’t.” I shake my head. “I can handle myself.” “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again.” My ribs squeeze my heart like a vise. “Then don’t watch.”
“And not all strength is physical, Violet.”
I fling a dagger straight at his ridiculously well-sculpted chest. He fucking catches it
“I fucking hate you.” The words are past my lips before I can shut my mouth. “That doesn’t make you special.”
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.
Then he guides our hands around his back, making himself vulnerable. “Kidneys are a good fit from this angle, too.” I swallow, refusing to think of other things that are a good fit at this angle.
Then he guides our hands back to my ribs and slides the ruby-hilted blade back into its sheath. The move is unnervingly…hot.
“Aetos,” Xaden calls out from across the mat. Dain’s head snaps up and his jaw locks. “She could use a little less protection and a little more instruction.” Xaden stares Dain down until he nods.
“Just because he’s a dick doesn’t mean you have to be.” “But he’s giving me so much material to work with,” Ridoc replies, a corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk as he backs away, heading toward the starting position.
“I just need to know what my chances are here.” My hands curl into fists. The ass has the nerve to smile. “That’s the oddest way I’ve ever been hit on—” “Not my chances with you, you conceited prick!”
