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“No, it’s a collar,”
“Bet it would be even more awkward if I kissed you now, huh?” Yes, please. “The next time we kiss had better not be just to piss off Dain.”
“Of course you thought about—” I pause before climbing when a flash of gold gallops toward me. “Andarna?” “I want to battle, too.” She skids to a halt directly in front of me.
when a flash of gold gallops toward me. “Andarna?” “I want to battle, too.” She skids to a halt directly in front of me.
I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been. I am infinite. A scream rips from my throat just as lightning splits the sky with a terrifying crack of thunder. The bluish streak of silver death slams into the tower, and sparks flare as it explodes in a blast of stone. Tairn banks to avoid the blast, and I pivot in the saddle. Jack falls down the mountainside in an avalanche of rock that I know he can’t survive. From the way Baide cries beneath us, she knows it, too. My hand trembles as I sheathe the clean dagger at my ribs. The only blood to be found is on the rocks below,
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“I’m proud you’re mine.” Andarna’s voice wavers, the blinks of her eyes becoming slower. “Even if I need a bath.”
“Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be.”
“You’re not going to step in and say you can train me? You can save me?” I click my tongue and have the absolutely ridiculous urge to run it up the lines of the relic on his neck, tracing the intricate pattern. “How very un-Xaden of you.” “I have no clue how to train a lightning wielder, and from what I witnessed today, you don’t need saving.”
“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.” Hitting him is the last thing I want to do, and suddenly, I’m done fighting it. “Come on,” he whispers. “Show me what you’ve got.” I surge up on my toes and kiss him.
The last thing anyone wants are little quadrant babies running around.
“Shut up and fuck me, Riorson.” Tomorrow is soon enough for regrets.
didn’t even get the man’s pants entirely off, and my dressing gown is haphazardly hanging from one shoulder.
“We should get you cleaned up and to sleep. We can worry about…your room tomorrow. Ironically, your bed is the only thing we didn’t wreck.”
“When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think?”
Finding a jar on my nightstand with a handful of spring violets? My heart swells. I’m in so much fucking trouble.
“How the hell did you do that?” He chuffs in indignation. “As if I’d let them design something I couldn’t figure out how to get on myself. Remember where you get your power from, Silver One.”
“Well, then start there. Ground in your power and try to feel whatever it was you were feeling.” He goes back to his notebook. “Should I get the wingleader?” Tairn flat-out laughs in my head. “Shut up.”
There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
Tairn chortles. “Not a single fucking word out of you,” I warn.
Well, look at that. I am a certified badass.
“I just wanted—” he starts, then pauses, surveying the wreckage of my room from last night. “Somehow I’d convinced myself today that we hadn’t done that much damage, but…” “Yeah, it’s…” He looks at me, and we both crack a smile.
His attention shifts to the armoire, and he winces. “I swear it didn’t look quite that ruined in the darkness when I left this morning. Turns out you set more than a few trees on fire last night, too. Took two water wielders to get them out.”
“I have absolutely no intention of falling for you, Sorrengail.”
I throw the aggravating man out.
You know what? Fuck this. Two can play at this game. “If you’d just man up and admit there’s something between us, I would strip down to my skin so you could see every single inch of me. And once I had you begging, I’d drop down to my knees, undo those flight leathers you’re wearing, and wrap my lips around—” Xaden chokes.
I grin, which earns me about six looks of confusion from our table and one set of rolled eyes from Liam. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“You did not try to leave without me!” Liam shouts as he runs forward,
I’m going to rip Xaden’s gorgeous head off for forcing Liam through this.
Riorson boy?
“Liam, you know I adore you, right?” “Well, that’s nice—” “Go away.”
“Now get your ass back on solid ground.”
“Eyes forward!” he grumbles, and it’s only the fear in his tone that keeps me from doing something arrogant like skipping the last few feet. The second we’re within the confines of the wall, he hauls me against him, my back to his front. “Don’t ever put your life at risk over something as trivial as talking to me again.” It’s as low as a growl against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Next year is going to be so much fun,” I tease, walking forward and lacing my fingers with his so he follows.
“I’m pretty sure I blew your window out.”
“Wanting you will be the death of me.
“Violet Sorrengail,” she whispers, moving closer. “Are you wearing Riorson’s flight jacket?” Liam’s head snaps in my direction, curse his stupidly good hearing. “Why would you say that?” I do a shitty job of feigning shock and shove the sheaths into every available pocket in this thing. All three of them, which are considerably deeper than the ones in my own jacket. “Oh, I don’t know. Because it’s huge on you and there are three stars right here?” She taps where there’s only one star on her uniform. Well, shit. Just goes to show that neither of us was thinking clearly. “It could be any
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“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll be stopped longer than a half hour,” he warns without looking at me. “Promise?” His gaze whips my way, and I swear I see him actually smile before turning back toward Garrick.
“The gryphons look tasty from here,” she responds. “They’re the same size you are. No.”
Passes me. Like I’m a damned rucksack.
Tairn roars from my right so hard that spit flies, smacking Liam in the face and making my ears ring. Liam drops his hands and backs away slowly, putting his palms up. “Got it. Point made. No touching.”
“You’re fucking early,” he says. And my heart stops.
“You take a step toward that Sorrengail and you’ll be dead before you can even shift your weight,” Xaden says, his voice dropping lethally. “She’s not up for discussion.”
And they’re all. Fucking. Traitors. And I fell for it. I fell for him.
“You watched me train with him!” I shove at Liam’s chest, and he stumbles backward through the grass. “You stood by and watched me fall for him!”
“Gods, you are such a cliché, Xaden. You’re a villain hiding in plain fucking sight.”
I barely restrain myself from flipping the middle finger at my own dragon.
Lies are comforting. Truth is painful.”
“You love me, and—” “Loved,” I correct him, sidestepping so I can get some fucking space and then taking it. “Love!” he shouts, stopping me in my tracks and earning us a glance from every rider within hearing distance. “You love me.”
“You’re giving me a weapon after just telling me that you’ve been deceiving me for months, Riorson?” “Absolutely.
I never lied when I said I can’t live without you, Violence.” He backs away slowly, his lips curving in a sad smile. “And defenseless women have never been my type, remember?”
“Tairn?” It’s not just me going to war. “We will feast on their bones, Silver One.”
