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Chapter 9
“That brilliant, devious mind might regrettably be a complete turn-on.”
“I dip my head so the others won’t hear, and gods she smells really fucking good like—
No thinking about how she smells, jackass.
‘Don’t trust a single person who faces you on this mat,’ I lecture quietly near the shell of her ear, careful to keep my mouth off her. Since when do I think about putting my mouth on an opponent?”
“A corner of my mouth lifts. Gods, she’s just as merciless as Sgaeyl when it comes to her tongue.”
“‘What did I say about being reckless?’ Sgaeyl pushes through my shields. ‘The silver-haired girl is a distraction you can’t aff—‘
I reinforce my shields, blocking her out. She’s never going to let me live this down.”
“ Pink flushes up her neck and into her cheeks, and suddenly I find myself studying her for an entirely different reason. The blush, the skittered pulse, the way her gaze flicks toward my mouth for less than a second… I’m not the only one attracted here.
Fuck. This is dangerous. She is dangerous.
The world outside the mat ceases to exist as my focus narrows to just Violence. She really is stunning, especially when pissed. Tension surges between us, and my heartbeat jumps despite my best effort to lock that shit down. But damn if I’m not critically aware of the feel of her body beneath mine, the warmth of her skin under my fingertips, the way her breath catches as I lower my face to hers slowly.”
“She tenses under me, and fuck, her thighs clench around my hips. I have to get the fuck off her before she realizes she has another weapon at her disposal when it comes to me.”
“Thank gods she has the common sense to release my hips from the grip of her thighs, because mine has fled, replaced by the urge to leave them right where they were and carry her to the nearest empty room to see just how attracted we both are.”
“‘You in the mood to spar with first-years?’ Garrick asks. ‘Or just that particular first-year?’
’Sometimes I hate how fucking observant you are.’
‘It’s hard to miss the way you look at her,’ he says, lowering his voice.
‘Like I want to kill her?’ I retort.
‘Or fu—‘
‘Don’t finish that sentence when I’m in the mood to hit people.’
‘Oh, would you, please?’ He puts his hand to his heart and grins. ‘I need you to use those big, strong hands to show me—‘
I shove his shoulder hard enough to send him staggering sideways.”
Chapter 16
“If I act every time someone drags my name through a pile of bullshit, I’ll never get anything done. For the most part, I take note of the offense, file it away for future consideration, and move on. As Sgaeyl loves to remind me, dragons are not concerned with the opinions of the sheep… or most humans.”
“But Aetos’s fingers dent in on the shoulders of Sorrengail’s uniform, and unexplainable rage pumps into my veins like little shards of ice, cutting everything in its path. Aetos takes his hands off Sorrengail’s shoulders, and I decide to let him keep them for now.”
“Seriously. Of all the laws I break around here, that’s the one he goes with?”
“I keep my gaze locked on Aetos and off Sorrengail’s wide, hazel eyes and the scrapes that mar her skin. I definitely don’t let my attention wander down those tight curves—
Fuck she’s a distraction.”
“‘You did not just bring me into this nonsense.’
‘You sure as hell dragged me into it. Since when do you get all mushy over smaller dragons?’
‘Since when do you get emotional over human women?’ Sgaeyl challenges.
‘I’m pissed, not emotional,’ I correct her.”
“In one second on that field, my attitude toward Violence changed from maybe-I’ll-kill-her-or-maybe-I-won’t to protect-her-at-all-costs.”
“Odd time to grow a spine, but good for him.”
“‘Oh, so we’re not discussing that you were already moving when Tairn landed?’ She fires back. ‘That had he not arrived, you’d be guilty of the very thing the colonel’s offspring accuses you of doing?’
‘I moved on instinct to protect—‘
‘Let’s not embarrass each other by letting you finish that sentence.’
I fucking hate when she does that. She’s the only being on the Continent with a sharper tongue than mine. Well. Violence might give her a run for her money.”
“Fucking rule-loving coward. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as Violence. She’s half his size and a thousand times braver. Talk about a disproportionate relationship. There’s no rule in this godsforsaken college that would keep me from saving Bodhi’s, Garrick’s, or Liam’s life… and now hers.”
“Aetos scurries away like the little rat he is.”
“Her eyes flare and her lips part.
And I’m definitely not thinking about her mouth, not when I have bigger concerns like how to keep her alive. Not thinking about the best angle to kiss her, either. Or what her perfect ass would feel like in my hands.”
“‘He knows exactly how much you dislike her and how often you stare—‘
‘I will volunteer for every cold-weather mission in existence if you—‘
‘Rude. As if you’re inability to control your own hormones should result in my discomfort.’ She mentally shudders. Ruthless and vicious as my girl might be, she draws the line at the cold unless we’re flying for Aretia.”
“My gaze roaming down Sorrengail’s body. There’s absolutely nothing to dislike about what I see. In fact, if Amari herself ever designed a woman with my downfall in mind… Well, fuck. Maybe that’s exactly what Violence is—my downfall. Soft skin. Sharp mind. Fierce temper. Deadly with a dagger. Brave to a fault. And utterly unruffled. What makes her lose complete control? What kind of man would she let unravel her?
‘She’s two years to your junior and in your chain of command.’ Sgaeyl feigns outrage.
‘And you’re fifty years younger than Tairn. Your point?’”
“Sorrengail shrugs, and my gaze locks onto the flush in her cheeks, that delicate bloom of pink that tells me she’s not as unaffected by me as she likes to pretend.”
“The gold dragon lands behind us, followed by the monstrosity Sgaeyl calls a mate.”
“‘Is this going to be a problem?’ Garrick asks.
‘No.’
‘Right.’ The word drips with sarcasm.
‘I’m fine.’
‘I’ve seen a corpses more fine than you,’ my best friend mutters.”
“I lower my shields just enough to feel for the bond. The hard sapphire one I share with Sgaeyl is locked into place as always, but now there are two more. The onyx I recognize as Tairn, and the other, a glimmering strand of… silver, like the ends of her hair.”
“‘But if that’s the route you choose, everyone likes Liam, so hopefully she will, too. It will make it easier for him to guard her.’
‘She’ll like him.’ That unpleasant feeling flares in my gut again, twisting into a knot.
Garrick grins. ‘Don’t worry. He won’t fuck her.’
My eyes narrow at Garrick. ‘Why would I care if he…” The words die on my tongue as Aetos walks behind Sorrengail and reaches for her back. That asshole is unlacing her armor. He’s got his hands on her skin. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth.”
“‘Relax, he’s just lacing her back up,’ Garrick says, and I know without looking the asshole is still smiling. ‘See? She’s already turning around. Nothing to… Oh shit.’ Garrick’s voice fades to a whisper as Aetos lowers his head and kisses Sorrengail.
Fire rushes through my veins and shadows spasm around me, distorting my vision for a second. Dain-fucking-Aetos has his mouth on my Violence.
Not mine. But that doesn’t stop the knot in my stomach from unfurling, spreading like acid into my system, burning through my chest and making it hard to draw breath until that snot-nosed asswipe lifts his head.
‘Damn. You all right over there?’ Garrick asks, laughter lacing his tone.
‘I’m…’ I pin my feet to the field with shadows to keep from marching over there and feeding Aetos my fist. How fucking dare he kiss the mouth he wouldn’t bend a rule to protect, when I would—
‘Yes, what would you do?’ Sgaeyl asks.
Fuck me. What wouldn’t I do?
‘You’re looking a little green.’ Garrick flat-out laughs, and I force air in and out of my lungs as Sorrengail steps back from Aetos.
He grins down at her, but…wait. She isn’t returning the sentiment. No, Sorrengail looks like she just accidentally kissed her cousin and can’t retreat fast enough. Talk about awkward.
‘In twenty years, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you jealous before. This is amazing.’ Garrick claps his hand on my shoulder.
Jealous. That’s exactly what this hot, corrosive feeling is—jealousy. And now I’m linked to this woman for the rest of our lives.
I need to stay as far away from her as possible.
‘’But you won’t,’ Sgaeyl predicts, and I’d be tempted to raise my middle finger if I didn’t think she’d bite the damned thing off as a reminder that she can.”
Chapter 27
”Dain Aetos is dancing on my last fucking nerve. I’m ready to lean over and introduce his face to the Montserrat briefing table.
But Violence wouldn’t like that🎀.”
“Shit like that is why I keep my inconvenient feelings about Violet to my damned self, no matter how good she looks today or how delectable she smells sitting next to me, like some kind of citrus that makes me want to bury my face in the side of her neck and see just how pink I can get her cheeks to flush.”
“Leave it to me to fall for the one woman on the Continent I can never fucking have.”
“But I keep my attention on making Dain as uncomfortable as possible just for fun.”
“I glance in Violet’s direction and catch her lips pursing in concentration. Gods, that mouth. I dream about that mouth. Fantasize about that mouth. That kiss is burned into my memory like a relic, taunting me with what will never happen again, with what I never should have tasted in the first place.”
“‘Yours are better,’ I whisper under my breath to Liam.
‘I know.’ He grins, running his thumb over the chunky wings of the figure.”
“Holy shit, we really are connected. This could be—
‘Dangerous? Reckless? An unaffordable distraction?’ Sgaeyl snaps, and I swear I hear her teeth clash.
‘Fun.’ There’s no denying the bond between us when it’s shining at me like a fucking mage light.”
“It worked. My heart stumbles, and I bite back a laugh. I was wrong. This isn’t just fun, it’s instantly vital to my existence. I turn toward her, letting a corner of my mouth rise, and look straight into those hypnotic hazel eyes. ‘You’re staring. It’s going to get awkward in about thirty seconds if you don’t stop.’”
“If it were safe for Violet, I’d be ecstatically guilty of inappropriate behavior. Wickedly inappropriate. In my bed. In hers. On a table in the Archives. In the bathing chamber and every room with a door to lock so no one else can see what’s mine. I’d be so decadently inappropriate that her voice would turn hoarse from screaming my name every single day.”
“‘It seemed a prudent course of action, considering your insufferable intolerance to being separated from the general’s daughter.’ She huffs.
‘Insufferable? That’s a bit far.’
‘Where’s Violet now?’ she mocks. ‘What is she doing? Is she thinking of me? Is she missing me? Is she getting closer to Aetos? Does she dream about that kiss? How many days until Violet’s—‘
‘Point fucking taken.’ She’s going to be unbearable on the flight home.”
“And there she goes again, defending me. Fuck, I love this woman.”
“Fucking love her.”
“I shouldn’t be impressed—it’s just lesser magic—but damn she’s sexy when she takes charge.”
“‘Sound shield.’ Dain smiles. ‘Nice.’
What a suck-up.”
“An irrational, ugly feeling sours my stomach. They have the kind of history that lingers, the kind that has me really contemplating the word “jealousy.””
“Lying is easy, except when it comes to Violet. I haven’t quite figured that one out yet.”
“I chose Violet over my wing.”
“‘There’s nothing anyone can do about the way I’m made.’
The way she’s made? She’s fucking perfect. Everything about her is what makes her…Violet.”
“But damn, her courage has me tripping over my feelings for her.”
“The way she opens for me, kissing me back with abandon, nearly takes me out at the knees. Gods, I’ll never get enough of this woman. Her mind. Her tenacity. Her mouth.”
“I kiss her like she’s mine.”