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“I loved your father, but he’s dead,” Mom says, as if giving the weather report. “I doubt he wants much these days.”
His features are so harsh that they look carved, and yet they’re astonishingly perfect, like an artist worked a lifetime sculpting him, and at least a year of that was spent on his mouth.
A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
I will not die today. —Violet Sorrengail’s personal addendum to the Book of Brennan
“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.
“I’d be loyal to your sister, too,” Tynan says, turning around and grinning as he walks backward. “She’s one hell of a rider, and that ass. I saw her right before Parapet and damn, Violet. She’s hot.”
“One does not live a century without being well aware of the space one takes up. Now get on.”
Ouch. It takes all the willpower in my body not to reach for my chest and make sure he didn’t just rip my heart out from behind my ribs, which makes absolutely zero sense, since I feel the same way about him.
I belong to Tairn and Andarna…and, in some really fucked-up way…Xaden.
Defeat just about swallows me whole. I’ve bonded the biggest—and certainly grumpiest—dragon in the quadrant, and yet he has to make accommodations for me.
Not that I wouldn’t climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances.
He only tolerates my existence because our dragons are mated, and here I am salivating over his half-naked body. It’s a really nice half-naked body, though.
“Have you always been this tall?” I blurt the first thing that comes to mind. “No. I was a child at some point.”
“Would you pretty, pretty please teach me how to shield before I accidentally climb you like a tree and we both wake up with regrets?”
“Do you boys just want to whip it out and measure? It would be faster.”
“You can ride me when the flesh rots off my bones, wingleader.”
“Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.” Xaden’s expression remains bland, bored even, but his eyes heat as his gaze drops to my mouth. “And you say this now, where people will see if you actually do.” My breath catches. “When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think about me?” A corner of his mouth rises, and now it’s all I can concentrate on, damn him. “I only care what they think about you.”
“Stop being so fucking honorable and fuck me, Xaden.”
“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.”
“Welcome to the revolution, Violet.”
