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Dain looks like his head is about to explode. “That’s not correct. We’re never called into service until graduation.” Xaden presses his lips in a tight line and nods, giving him a sarcastic thumbs-up. “Yeah, all right.” Emery laughs. “Just wait until next year. I can’t count how many times we’re the ones sitting in these very rooms in the midland forts because their riders have been called to the front for an emergency.” The color drains from Dain’s face.
Simmer down Dainty Dick. 😅
“We can pretend I’m not here, just for the sake of the exercise.” Xaden sets his dragon on the table and leans back in his chair, draping his arm across the back of mine, a move that makes Dain grit his teeth. “Give Aetos here the position we all know he craves.”
ooooh such a casual "fuck you" to Dain while subtly marking a claim on Violet.
“Don’t be a dick,” I whisper. “You haven’t even seen me start to be a dick.” My head turns so fast that it swims, and my mouth drops open as I stare at the side of Xaden’s face. That was his voice…in my fucking head.
WHAAAAATTT!!!!
“How?” I hiss. “The same way you talk to Sgaeyl. We’re all gloriously, annoyingly linked. This is just one of the perks. Though I’m starting to wish I’d tried it sooner. The look on your face is priceless.” He winks and turns back to the table. He. Fucking. Winked. And is that a hint of a smile?
yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!! secret conversations all day everyday!!!!
“You never considered that it was you I couldn’t stay away from?” I crook my right arm and jab it into Xaden’s biceps. He doesn’t mean that. Not when he’s still adamant that kissing me was a mistake. And if he does… I’m not going there. “Now, now, you’ll give our little communication secret away if you can’t keep from being so…violent.” He barely restrains a smile,
*giggles* omg Xaddy you're being a flirt!!! 🤭 I LOVE IT!😍😜
One of the riders down the table whistles low. “Do you boys just want to whip it out and measure? It would be faster.” Liam smothers a laugh, but his shoulders shake. “Enough!” Mira slams her hands on the table. “Oh, come on, Sorrengail,” the rider down the table whines with a wide smile. Both Mira and I look his way. “I mean…the older Sorrengail. This is the best entertainment we’ve had in ages.”
lol!!!!! omg....we know Xaddy's would be better... Dains is too Dainty 😂
“You can do that?” Dain begrudgingly looks at Xaden. “Are you seriously asking?” Xaden retorts. “Just wasn’t sure you could cover an area that—” Xaden lifts a hand a few inches above the table, and shadows pour from underneath our seats, filling the room and turning it dark as midnight in a blink. My heart jumps as my sight goes black. “Relax. It’s just me.” A ghost of a touch skims my cheek. Just him is slightly…terrifying.
show off....do it again 😏
“You can do that?” Dain begrudgingly looks at Xaden. “Are you seriously asking?” Xaden retorts. “Just wasn’t sure you could cover an area that—” Xaden lifts a hand a few inches above the table, and shadows pour from underneath our seats, filling the room and turning it dark as midnight in a blink. My heart jumps as my sight goes black. “Relax. It’s just me.” A ghost of a touch skims my cheek. Just him is slightly…terrifying.
and hot...don't forget hot...
“I hope you didn’t get any ideas while we were in the dark there,” Xaden teases,
XADEN! what is with you today?! Mr. "kissing you was a mistake" you're being a shameless flirt!
“Do you even know why he hates our mother so much? Why the kids like him are put on the para—” “I’m right here,” Xaden interrupts,
this feels like crucial information that he cut off...
“You’re not listening.” His voice lowers. “I. Am. Here. Tairn didn’t drag her back to Basgiath. He didn’t break through her shields and pour his emotions into her. He didn’t demand she fly across the fucking kingdom. Your sister is still right here. I’m the one who left my post, my position, and my executive officer in charge of my wing. She’s not missing out on shit.”
yeah!!!! if anything he's giving her MORE training than anyone else in basgiath!
“Mira, he’s taken every spare minute he has to train me on the mat for challenges or take me flying in hopes I’ll finally figure out how to keep my damned seat without Tairn holding me in place. He’s—” She flinches. “You can’t keep your seat?” “No.” It’s barely a whisper, and the heat of embarrassment scorches my skin. “How the hell can you not?” Her mouth hangs open. “Because I’m not you!” I shout.
You tell her Violet!!!
Then I’m back in the hallway where Xaden waits, his own pack slung over his shoulder. It looks considerably smaller than the one he arrived with, and I don’t want to even think about what he’s left behind in order to force me out faster.
second read: mmm was this was a supply drop trip?...did the dragons even need to see eachother? 🤔 probably not. But if it's a supply drop and the drop was done, why are they attacking for more daggers?
I have to stay for her. I just have to.” There’s so much compassion, so much understanding in his eyes, that when he lets go of my waist, I think he might just let me stay. Then his hands are on my cheeks, sliding back to cup the base of my neck as he brings his mouth to mine. The kiss is reckless and consuming, and I give it my all, knowing it might be the last one.
girl he's distracting you.
“Leave for me, Violet.” “Almost there,” Tairn says. Xaden’s been stalling to give Tairn and Sgaeyl time to arrive. My heart sinks like a rock, pinning my feet in place. “I will hate you for this.” “Yeah.” He nods, a flash of pure regret crossing his face as he draws away. “I can live with that.” His hands fall away from my face and reach for my arms, lifting them so I’m shaped like a T. “Arms up. Hold tight.” “Fuck. You.” The enormous shape of Tairn appears behind him, and Xaden drops to the stone floor just as Tairn flies directly above, his shadow falling over me a second before his foreclaw
...more
yup....oh Xaddy
Winning the War Games isn’t about strength. It’s about cunning. To know how to strike, you have to understand where your enemies—your friends—are most vulnerable. No one stays friends forever, Mira. Eventually those closest to us become our enemies in some way, even if it’s through well-intentioned love or apathy, or if we live long enough to become their villains. —Page eighty, the Book of Brennan
second read: well damn if that ain't foreshadowing...
“Andarna is my favorite.” Tairn snorts.
Hehe
“When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?” “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.” My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. “Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?”
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰
“Hours,” I say simultaneously. “Damn, Violet.” Dain runs a hand through his damp hair. “Are you hungry? Do you want to get breakfast?” “No, dumbass, she doesn’t, obviously.” Xaden’s snide commentary fills my head. “Knock that the fuck off,” I toss back. “No thank you.” “Look who figured it out.” Xaden’s mouth quirks upward for a heartbeat.
yyyyeeeeeeeeessssss!!! now you can trash talk everyone to eachother without anyone knowing hahahaha
The second I have myself in hand, I step out of Dain’s arms. Xaden is gone.
lol he did NOT like having to see you in Dains arms. 😅
“She’s all right,” I cry, my head falling into my hands. “I didn’t leave her to die. She’s alive.” There’s a ruffle of air and then the hard feel of scales against the backs of my hands. I lean forward into Andarna’s shoulder, sagging against her. “She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive.” I repeat it until I believe it.
I love that Andarna could be there for her 🥹❤️
The next day, I ask him what his favorite food is in the middle of Battle Brief, using our mental connection. Pretty sure I hear him drop something at the back of the room before he answers. “Chocolate cake. Stop being weird.” I grin.
lol!!! please tell me she bakes him a chocolate cake one day!
“We were fostered together. What is with all the questions lately?” “I barely know you.” “You know me well enough.” He shoots me a look that says he’s over it. “Hardly. Tell me something real.” “Like what?” He turns in his seat to face me. “Something like what those silver scars on your back are from.”
oof went right for the finish line there didn't ya? 😅
but it’s not his position that steals my breath. It’s the saddle strapped across his back that has me gawking. “I hear it’s all the fashion,” Tairn brags.
what?! yaaaaaaay!!!!
“There is no rule that says a dragon cannot modify their seat to serve their rider. You have worked just as hard—if not harder—than every rider in this quadrant. Just because your body is built differently than the others doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to keep your seat. It takes more than a few strips of leather and a pommel to define a rider.”
😭 awwwww Tairn!!!!...how did he get it on though? 😅
