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"Do you trust me?" he asked
"Yes. Always. Yes."
And for a split second, he smiled the most heartbreakingly beautiful smile. "I love you, Saeris Fane." He kissed me hard, and so many unspoken things passed between us as he did. Promises and hope. Oaths and regrets.

KHYDAN GRAYSTAR FINVARRA
I FUCKING HATE dragons.

Fisher nodded. "It worked. You did it." His expression was breathtaking—pride and a dash of wonder thrown in for good mea-sure. "You accomplished something that's never been done before.'
"And will never be done again," I added, glancing down at my shield. The Hazrax's rune hadn't just faded. It was gone. My other runes were raw, blood oozing from my mangled skin.

"It feels like trying to make sand flow backward in an hourglass. It feels like being surrounded by people and being the only one who can't find the air in the room. It's drowning on dry land. It's the hollow ache of something that you know, from that moment on, will always be missing. It is a pain so acute and incurable that poets, pirates, and politicians alike die from it. And it never ends."

In all my years alive and traveling this realm, I had never encountered anything so mighty and brave as this little fox with the heart of a wolf.

Orious had been a second away from slitting Saeris's throat... but then there was Onyx. The little fox raced out of the shadows and launched himself at the seneschal's face. He snarled and scratched, sinking his teeth into the thin male's jaw and cheek.

"Kingfisher of the Ajun Gate, I, hereby call you by your true name. I declare all oaths you have sworn null and void. Rise, Khydan Graystar Finwarra, in honor of the name you were given at birth! Rise up and fight!"

Another tattoo. Beautiful roses bloomed across the tops of her thighs as she moaned—an entire bouquet's worth, shaded with delicate dot work yet still stark against the pale, creamy perfection of her thighs.

"Now look at me," I demanded. "Don't close your eyes. Listen. I want to feel you clenching around my fingers, Saeris Fane. I want to feel that burst of sweet, wet heat in my hand when you come apart. Do it for me.That's it. Do it now."
She clenched, her jaw locking, nostrils flaring... and she came.As she did so, threads of black swirled down my arm and spread from my skin to hers. Not magic, but ink.

"A part of loving me is yielding,
sometimes.
"You want my obedience?"
I slipped my hand back between her thighs, my fingers teasing circles over the bud of sensitive nerve endings I found there. "No, Osha. I Want your trust."