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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble.
“And not all strength is physical, Violet.”
“Nope. Defenseless women have never been my type.
“You think like a scribe,” she barks at me. It’s intended as an insult, but I just nod. “I know.”
Holy shit are we insignificant.
Gods, is there any part of my body that doesn’t physically react to the sight of him?
“It’s hard to love a second home as much as the first.” I swallow. “It’s easy when the second home is the right one.”
“Justice is not always merciful.”
The pain in his eyes is the kind that never dies, the kind that rises like an unpredictable tide and floods the shoreline without mercy.
There is no stronger bond than that between two mated dragons. It goes beyond the depth of human love or adoration to a primal, undeniable requirement for proximity.
“You never considered that it was you I couldn’t stay away from?”
“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.”
“He cares for you. That’s already hard enough for him.”
And if anything, you’ll be doing Tairn a favor by freeing all his power and taking the weight of worry off his mind. Mine too, if that helps matters.”
“Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.”
“When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think about me?”
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.”
I’d love to see him disheveled or unnerved, anything outside that calm control he wears like armor.
“Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be.”
“So do whatever you need to get it out. You want to yell? Yell at me. You want to hit something? Hit me. I can take it.”
“Because I only want you, Xaden.”
Mine. In this moment, Xaden Riorson is mine.
I kiss him back with a hunger I’ve only known with him.
His voice is ragged against my mouth. “If I get my hands on you, really, honestly get my hands on you, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” He would. I know it in my soul. That’s why I trust him with my body.
“Look at you. You’re fucking beautiful, Violet. Let go for me.”
“You’re going to be the death of me, Violet.”
“Fuck, I’m never going to get enough of you, am I?”
“I chose the chance of death over the certainty.”
“When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think?”
There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
But where will that leave us in the morning? Right here, both wanting and only one of us brave enough to take, and I deserve more than a relationship that’s only on his terms.
“You don’t get to dictate how I feel. You might give the orders out there, but not in here. You don’t get to tell me we can fuck but I can’t fall for you. That’s not fair. You can only respect what I choose to do. So we’re not doing this again until I want to risk my heart. And if I fall, then that’s my problem, not yours. You’re not responsible for my choices.”
Because if there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that I’m going to fall for this man—if I haven’t already—and he’s halfway there, too, whether he realizes it or not.

