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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.
Your brain is your best weapon. Outsmart them, Violet.
“The longer you wait on those steps”—she motions toward the tower—“the greater your fear has a chance to grow. Cross the parapet before the terror owns you.”
Your mind already knows the answer, so just calm down and let it remember. That’s what Dad always told me.
Don’t borrow tomorrow’s trouble.
“So if you won’t get your shit together and fight to live, then no. You’re not going to make it.”
“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.”
Heat rushes through every vein, wakes every nerve ending. I hate the reaction of my body to the sight of him, but I can’t deny it. His appeal is so fucking inconvenient.
“What did you want to be when you grew up?” I ask, just to keep the conversation going. “Alive.” He shrugs. Well, that’s…something.
“Don’t you get it?” I interrupt. “It doesn’t matter what you think—it only matters what I think.
Whatever you feel is natural. Allow yourself to feel it but then let it go.
I smile and kiss the side of his mouth. “It’s always a shit day around here. And it’s not taking advantage when I’m asking”—my teeth nip at his lips—“correction, begging you to make my day better.”
“I chose the chance of death over the certainty.”
“We both know this is a bad idea.” “Then it’s our bad idea.”
“I’ve been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.”
He’s dying and there’s nothing I can do. Nothing anyone can do. How can all this power be so fucking useless?
“It’s been. My honor.”
Because right now, standing near the dead body of my friend and his dragon—all I want is to show these assholes exactly how violent I can be.
