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“I told you already, the youngest Sorrengail is mine, and I’ll handle her when the time is right.”
“Let me guess, you could smell my perfume. Isn’t that what always gives the heroine away in books?”
“Fascinating. You look all frail and breakable, but you’re really a violent little thing, aren’t you?”
Was their little meeting illegal? Absolutely. Should they die for it? Absolutely not.
“Going for blood today, are we, Violence?” he whispers. Metal hits the mat again and he kicks it past my head and out of my reach. He’s not taking my daggers to use against me; he’s disarming me just to prove he can. My blood boils. “My name is Violet,” I seethe.
Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs—on the probabilities.”
“My name is Tairneanach, son of Murtcuideam and Fiaclanfuil, descended from the cunning Dubhmadinn line.”
“You are the smartest of your year. The most cunning.” I gulp at the compliment, brushing it off. I was trained as a scribe, not a rider. “You defended the smallest with ferocity. And strength of courage is more important than physical strength. Since you apparently need to know before we land.”
“They’re a mated pair, Tairn and Sgaeyl. The strongest bonded pair in centuries.”
“Let’s get one thing straight, Dain.” I take a step closer, but the distance between us only widens. “The reason we’ll never be anything more than friends isn’t because of your rules. It’s because you have no faith in me.
It takes all my willpower not to reach up and brush the stray lock of hair from his forehead. It was a mistake.
I shouldn’t be saying these things. These are the thoughts families keep behind their doors so they can wear their polished, perfect reputations like armor when in public.
Problem is, I’m never quite sure which it is. I’m too busy trying to live up to whatever impossible standard she sets to ask myself if they’re even standards I give a shit about.”
“Killing someone isn’t the only way to destroy them.
I love you. Don’t die.
“What? No ladder?” “We thought about it and decided it would make you too vulnerable.”
Just because you gained power today doesn’t mean you lost agency.”
There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”
“Thank you, Liam. Thank you for being my shadow. Thank you for being my friend.”
“You can hate me all you want when you wake up. You can scream, hit, throw your fucking daggers at me for all I care, but you have to live. You can’t make me fall for you and then die. None of this is worth it without you.”
It’s been three fucking days, and Violet hasn’t woken up.
Mated dragons can only stand to be apart for 3 days before going nutty.
Three never-ending days I’ve spent in this armchair, walking a knife’s edge between sanity and madness,
