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“You are not what I was expecting,” Arin said.

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Arin’s gaze slid to Vaun and hardened. Though his voice didn’t change, a frigid chill swept through the room. “You put your hands on her.” (...) “You should do what I ask and only that.” Again, Arin remained perfectly pleasant, but Vaun paled like the Heir had personally called for his beheading. “Go.”

I'm feverish is this a hallucination oh lord 😭

“Was yesterday’s stabbing session insufficient for you?”
“Fascinating,” he said. “That was a learned instinct. Who would teach an orphan girl to catch knives?” (...) "What is your real name?” (...) "Have your pleasure, suraira. Every truth has its time.”

🙂‍↕️ Good lord

“Are they for me?”
“They’re for the vermin.” He glanced at my bowl. “Are you finished?”
I pushed away from the table. “Evidently.”
We walked to the training center.

I looove their banter

“(...) Have you seen it? Abominable. My current stench alone could be used as a weapon. I have no garments, and the sole company I am permitted to keep is a handful of soldiers whose conversational skills peaked in the womb.”
Arin unbuttoned his coat. “Good morning to you, too.”
I scowled, gesturing to the windowless walls. “I have seen no evidence of either.”

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"This Jasadi was the human equivalent of spilled ink over the meticulously drawn lines of his map. Whether he could refrain from breaking her neck until the end of the Alcalah was one question for which Arin had no answer."

"Secrets. So many secrets. She was wreathed in them."

Sir, you're one to talk

"The hunger seized him as soon as their hands touched. Howling through Arin, digging into him with a thousand whittling blades. His teeth cut his bottom lip open.
Her magic—it was strong. Too strong."

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"Arin pulled off his gloves and hesitated. The last time he brushed against her magic, it had consumed him. The utter loss of control was not a memory he would soon forget."

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"The Jasadi lay unmoving against him. He had caught her at a precise angle, using the curve of the riverbank to slide to the rocks instead of tumbling straight down. (...) Combined with the deathly pallor of her skin, the effect pricked a rare bead of disquiet in the Nizahl Heir."

ARIN POV ARIN POV