Dragon Fight (The Dragon Queen, #2)

by Sam Hall

“What the fucking hell are you doing in here?” Flynn hissed. “Looking for evidence of what I had suspected. Brom married the girl, but you’re all utterly smitten with her. Does Brom know?” “Of course he bloody does! Do you think I’d dishonour him like that? Pippin wasn’t mine or Brom’s or Ged’s or Soren’s alone. She belongs to the whole wing.” “Hmmm. As you are all part of my wing, does that make Pippin mine, too?” Draven asked.

There is a thing about men that they don’t realise. Watching them do something with an unconscious and complete confidence is almost erotic. Whatever it is that doesn’t really matter, it’s the sense of competence and assuredness that they deploy which has the effect.

“No matter what the two of you do, where you go, how far you walk away from me, I’ll love you, Pippin, and Draven, prince of the realm, until my dying day and I wish to all the gods that this was not the case.”

“My dad always said keep your woman fed and then, if she’s still mad, give her a cuddle until she either forgets what’s worrying her or it all comes out in a rush.” Soren winked at me. “I figured it wasn’t bad advice to follow.”

If our eyes are trained on the ground, all we can do is walk the tracks set before us, but if we lift them to the sky? We can dream of futures we would never have thought were possible.

“Pippin, you and Glimmer must live.” He leaned in and bent his head closer to mine. I was mesmerised by his touch, his intent blue gaze. “Because I couldn’t fucking bear it if you didn’t.”

“You’re mine?” I barely squeaked the words out, feeling like a mouse, not a queen. “All yours,” Draven agreed, with a slow nod, “no matter what I might say or do in front of others.” He trailed a hand down the side of my face. “Remember that. I don’t have the luxury of wearing my heart on my sleeve like Ged and Soren, of proclaiming my love to the world like Brom or debauching you so fucking utterly like Flynn, but I can have this.”