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“She should have killed you in the field, but she’s merciful. That’s not a flaw I possess.”
“I know how to handle a corset.”
What the hell is wrong with me? There’s still blood on my floor and yet my breaths are tight for the entirely wrong reason as he makes quick work of the laces, starting at the bottom. He wasn’t lying. He absolutely knows his way around a corset.
“I’m freakishly flexible. It’s part of the whole bones-snapping, joints-tearing thing,”
Xaden Riorson is kneeling before me, his black hair at the perfect level for me to run my fingers through the thickness.
Then he robs me of every logical thought by putting on my boots and lacing them one at a time.
As violent as you are, and skilled with those daggers, I’m not even sure you could kill a fly. Don’t think I didn’t notice that you managed to wound three of them and never went for a kill shot.”
I hate how his touch elevates my heart rate as we continue the climb, but I don’t protest.
“Then you should pick more trustworthy bedmates.”
An honest, heart-stopping smile that I’m anything but immune to.
“It’s because they’re mates. It’s the same reason I’m chained to you.”
We’re chained. Tethered. You die, I die,
“The first thing is we shouldn’t bond until we’re full-grown.”
“Feathertails shouldn’t bond because they can accidentally gift their powers to humans,”
“A signet is a combination of our power with your own ability to channel. It reflects who you are at the core of your being.”
“But I gave my gift directly to you. Because I’m still a feathertail.”
“You’re still a feathertail?” “Yep! For another couple of years, probably.”
“You let a juvenile bond? A juvenile train for war?”
“She’ll be full-grown in a year or two, but some are slower than others,” Sgaeyl answers. “And if I thought she’d actually bond, I would have objected harder to her Right of Benefaction.” She chuffs at Andarna in obvious disapproval.
“Her parents passed before hatching,”
“Feathertails don’t bond because their power is too unpredictable. Unstable.”
“Exactly. Bonding too young allows them to give their gift directly, and a rider could easily drain them and burn out.” “I would never!” I shake my head. “That’s why I chose you.”
“I made time stop.”
Most feathertail gifts disappear with maturity when they begin to channel.”
Rare abilities, when kept secret, are the most valuable form of currency we possess.”
“We just absorbed four from the dissolution of the third squad.”
“Aetos, Vaughn Penley will be leaving your command, and you’ll be gaining Liam Mairi from Tail Section.”
“I do not need a bodyguard,”
“Give me the memory,”
“You’re supposed to be my oldest friend, Dain. My best friend. There’s a reason I didn’t tell you.”
Suddenly, we’re the only ones moving, plunging through a windless sky toward Liam’s frozen body, mere feet from the rugged outcropping of rocks below.
lock onto the figure on top of that tower. This is the last time this asshole will come after my friends or me.
I instinctually throw my hands forward, as though I can project all this power lashing within me toward the enemy who just tried to kill my friend, who has done his best to kill me at every opportunity.
Power crackles above me, swirls around me, wraps along my feet below me.
I am the sky and the power of every storm that has ever been. I am infinite.
The bluish streak of silver death slams into the tower, and sparks flare as it explodes in a blast of stone.
Jack falls down the mountainside in an avalanche of rock that I know he can’t survive.
“Lightning wielder.”
“Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be.”
“I have no clue how to train a lightning wielder, and from what I witnessed today, you don’t need saving.”
“Because I can’t seem to stay away.”
Just because you gained power today doesn’t mean you lost agency.”
“You’ve never been like any other rider.”
“Most of us would burn this place to the ground if we had the option, but every marked one wants to be here because it’s our only path for survival.
There is nothing wrong with you.
In this moment, Xaden Riorson is mine.
Or maybe I’m his. Who fucking cares as long as he keeps kissing me?
kiss him back with a hunger I’ve only known with him.
Every touch of his mouth to my heated skin is flame to kindling, and I suck in a sharp breath when he lingers on a sensitive spot, taking his time.
“I always fucking want you.”
