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Dad can’t save you. He tried. I tried. Decide, Violet. Are you going to die a scribe? Or live as a rider?” I glance down at the books in my arms and make my choice. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
I finger the hidden sheaths sewn diagonally along the rib cage.
and where the tip of my dagger now indents the fabric of his breeches—against his balls.
“Glad to see our year apart hasn’t dulled your tongue, Vi.” “Oh,” I toss over my shoulder as we walk into the hallway, “I can do quite a few things with my tongue. You’d be impressed.”
The guys are mostly shirtless because they think shirts give their opponent something to grab onto. Personally, I’m not arguing with their logic, just enjoying the view…respectfully,
and if the rest of her body is as toned as her arms, then I’m pretty much fucked.
“I’d wave, butone ofmyarms doesn’t workand theother feels realllllyheavy.” Good gods, am I slurring my words?
“Hermotherwasssss. OneofFennnnRiorson’s sepppara—sepppara—sssseparatisssts,” I explain slowly, trying to enunciate and failing. “And I’mmmmmaSorrengail, so I getit.”
So much for not slurring. “Sibes,” I try again. “SIBES.” Oh, fuck it. “Mendme.” “I will always mend you,” Nolon promises.
You have to live, because Violet is watching. You can’t let her see you fall. Brennan.
I just happen to value my own life more than I want revenge at the moment, so I keep my feet to myself.
Damn it, I don’t want to find a single thing about Xaden Riorson admirable, and yet here he is, being all annoyingly admirable. Asshole.
But if Dain knew, he’d be honor bound to— “When do we get to kill Violet Sorrengail?” a guy toward the back asks.
She’s mine to handle. Anyone feel like arguing?”
“So I see. I’m quaking in my boots.” The corner of his mouth rises into a mocking smirk. Fucking. Asshole.
“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?” An appreciative smile curves his perfect lips as shadows dance up the trunk of the oak,
His mouth curves into a grin that makes me wish it was his business, though.
watching Rhiannon beat the ever-loving shit out of her opponent.
“Fuck off, Barlowe.” I gift him the middle finger.
“That’s”—shit—“too bad.”
That voice. That tone. That prickle of ice along my scalp… Oh no. Hell no. No. No. No.
“I fucking hate you.” The words are past my lips before I can shut my mouth. “That doesn’t make you special.”
Beautiful. Fucking. Asshole.
It hurts so deliciously,
“Like it doesn’t bother any of you that our squad leader is fucking one of us?”
The ass has the nerve to smile. “That’s the oddest way I’ve ever been hit on—”
“He wants something I can’t give him.” Her eyebrows rise. I roll my eyes. “Not like…that.”
“I’m used to functioning in pain, asshole. Are you?” I raise the dagger in my right hand just to prove that I can despite the blood that runs down my arm and drips from the tip of my blade,
“Get. On,” the black dragon growls, shaking the ground and trees at the edge of the field. “You don’t want me,” I argue. “I’m—” “I’m not going to tell you again.” Point taken.
Her eyes fly wide. “Both dragons?” she squawks. I nod. And all hell breaks loose.
“You’re freakishly calm for someone who just heard she’s about to be hunted.” “It’s a typical Wednesday for me.”
I belong to Tairn and Andarna…and, in some really fucked-up way…Xaden.
It was everything I’ve ever wanted…except… Shit. I don’t want it anymore.
Gods, is there any part of my body that doesn’t physically react to the sight of him?
“Dragons pay no heed to your puny gods.”
“Have it your way.” The bands fall away. “Thank yoooooh shit!” He banks left and my thighs slip.
“For your own good.” “Are you always around?” I snap back mentally. “Yes. Get used to it.”
The Archives smell like parchment, book-binding glue, and ink. They smell like home.
“And you know how much that ass annoys me.” “Annoys you?” Tairn chuckles above me, the sound like a chuffing cat. “Is that what you call it when your heart rate—” “Don’t even start with me.”
But not Tairn. Nope, he’s still standing behind me like an overprotective dad.
Xaden arches a dark eyebrow as I pass by. I flip him the middle finger. I’m not taking his shit today, either.
“I’m fine.” I’m not. His focus snaps back to my eyes. “Never lie to me.” He says it with such ferocity, bit out through gritted teeth, that I can’t help but nod in promise.
I open and shut my mouth twice. “Is that a request or a demand?”
Not that I wouldn’t climb the man like a tree if presented with the right set of circumstances.
Either I have kick-ass compartmentalization skills or I really am acclimating to always being a target.
Even the most effective poisons come in pretty packages, and Xaden’s exactly that—as beautiful as he is lethal.
I sigh, facing forward. “I miss sex.” I really do, and it’s not just the physical gratification, either.
“If you’re looking for a little fun, I’m happy to oblige—” Ridoc starts, shoving his floppy brown hair off his forehead with a wink. “I miss good sex,” I counter, smothering a smile as someone walks from the front of formation toward the dais,
and it’s not like Liam here is sleeping in my bedroom.” “I mean, I’m not opposed—” he begins, his knife hovering over the piece of wood. “Don’t even start.” I whip my head to face him and can’t help but laugh. “You are a shameless flirt.” “Thank you.”
“Don’t mind her, she’s just sexually frustrated.
