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"You're gorgeous and way too good for him. And you can cry about it, or get angry, and you can call me whenever you need to vent, but on days when you miss him, and you're fighting the urge to text him, you have to remind yourself that what you miss is the experience. The feeling. Not him, the person.”

"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."

Not that I give a fuck either way. 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 building 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.

WHAT THE FUCK??? YOU’RE ALIVE??????

"You still love me. It's possible." Gods, do I ache to kiss her, to remind her exactly what we are together, but I won't, not until she asks. "I'm not afraid of hard work, especially not when I know just how sweet the rewards are. I would rather lose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myselt over and over, then I'll do it. You gave me your heart, and I’m keeping it.”

i already knew about Liam :< but it still hurts :<

His eyes darken. "I'm going to keep you," he promises, just like he did last night. Or was it this morning? "You're mine, Violet."
I lift my chin. "Only if you're mine."
"I've been yours for longer than you could ever imagine."

“Is it wrong to wish we’d had time to finish?”
“Not sure I’ll ever be finished.” He rises, every plane of his body caressing mine on the way up. “I’m way too fucking greedy when it comes to you.”

"What are you wearing?" I ask Andarna, […].
"The wingleader had it made for me. See? It hooks to Tairn's."
I can't help but smile as I see the shape of the triangle on Andarna's back that I'm sure fits the one on Tairn's chest. "It's amazing."
"It's just in case I can't keep up. Now I can come along!"
Just another reason to adore Xaden.

"Violet Sorrengail, are you wearing Riorson's flight jacket?"
"Why would you say that?"
"Oh, I don't know. Because it's huge on you and there are three stars right here?"
Well, shit. Just goes to show that neither of us was thinking clearly.
"It could be any third-year's."
"With a Fourth Wing shield on the shoulder?"
"That does limit it a bit.”
"And a wingleader emblem beneath those stars?"
"Fine, it's his.”

“Oh gods.”
“Which one are you calling out for? Because it’s just you and me in this room, Vi, and I don’t share.”
“You.” My fingers tangle in his hair. “I’m calling out for you.”
“I appreciate the elevation to deity, but my name will do.”

“Did you know that the first time I climbed these steps with Dain, I was horrified that there wasn't a handrail?"
"Did you know I can't stand to hear his name on your lips while you're leading the way to my room?" […]. But his shadows don't scare me. There's nothing about this man that scares me anymore, except the magnitude of my feelings for him.

Xaden's done more than save me. […]. He had an entire arsenal of daggers crafted just for me. He designed a saddle for Tairn so I can ride into battle with my peers. He'd protected me when I needed and taught me to defend myself so I wouldn't require protection forever.
And when others are quick to stand in front of me, Xaden always stands at my side, trusting me to hold my own.

NOT LIAM AND GARRICK GOING 😒😒😏😏😏 AT XADEN AND VIOLET

“And how do you know how far away I am anyway?”
“Get stronger in wielding, and you’ll be able to do it, too. There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”

"We're riders," he says, as if that's explanation enough. He takes hold of my hands and brings them to his chest. "So do whatever you need to get it out. You want to yell? Yell at me. You want to hit something? Hit me. I can take it."
Hitting him is the last thing I want to do, and suddenly, I'm done fighting it.
"Come on," he whispers. "Show me what you've got."
I surge up on my toes and kiss him.

VIOLET DID IT !!!!!!

Xaden nods once and turns toward me. "Bet it would be even more awkward if I kissed you now, huh?"
Yes, please.
"The next time we kiss had better not be just to piss off Dain." The next time had better only be because we want it.
"Next time, huh?" His gaze lowers to my mouth again.

“Fuck, that stubborn, feisty look always makes me want to kiss you.”
“And you say this now, where people will see if you actually do.” My breath catches.
“When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people think about me?” A corner of his mouth rises, and now it’s all I can concentrate on, damn him. “I only care what they think about you.”

he made her custom daggers that allows her to have a better grip :< and now :< he made her a custom saddle so that she stops falling off of tairn :< he’s the best :<

"Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat. Or maybe it was when I realized the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realized I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you. Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?"

The kiss is reckless and consuming, and I give it my all, knowing it might be the last one. […]
Gods, it's not just as good as I'd been fantasizing about, remembering that night. It's so much better. He was careful with me against that wall, but there is nothing hesitant about the way he lays claim to my mouth, nothing cautious about the ache that pulses low in my stomach. […] "Leave for me, Violet."

i can’t figure out why Violet can’t talk to Xaden like that

"That's up to Tairn and Sgaey!"
"You never considered that it was you I couldn't stay away from?" I crook my right arm and jab it into Xaden's biceps. He doesn't mean that. Not when he's still adamant that kissing me was a mistake. And if he does... I'm not going there.
"Now, now, you'll give our little communication secret away if you can't keep from being so... violent."

"Have you been stationed with any riders of mated pairs?" I ask Mira as I close the door behind us.
"One," she answers, her eyes narrowing on the darkened path in front of the house. "Why?"
"I'm just wondering how long they can be separated."
"Turns out, about three days is their max." Xaden steps out of the shadows.

Absolute mayhem breaks out, some of the riders rushing the stage as professors battle their way toward us, but I ignore it all as Xaden tilts one corner of that beautiful mouth and tips an imaginary hat to me, bowing his head for a heartbeat before bringing his gaze back to hold mine.
Satisfaction fills every ounce of my being as I smile up at him.
It doesn't matter how the vote comes down.
I've already won.

“Not fair to use your powers on the mat.” Magical. Sexual. Whatever. It’s all unfair.

"Unless you don't know how to handle an opponent on top of you, and if so, that's a whole other issue."
"I know how to handle you on top of me," I challenge quietly.
He lowers his mouth to my ear. "You won't like what happens if you push me.”
"Or maybe I will." I turn just enough that my lips brush the shell of his ear.
He jerks up, and the heat in his gaze makes me all too aware of everywhere our bodies connect.

I study the blade in his hand. It's beautiful, with a solid black hilt engraved with Tyrrish knots, old, mythical runes of intricate swirls and ties. The blade itself is clearly honed to lethal perfection. "It's spectacular."
"It's yours."
My head snaps up, but there's no lie in his onyx eyes.
"I had it made for you." His lips curve slightly.