Extraits

“Dragon relationships are absolutely incomprehensible.”

“Yeah? You should try a human one sometime. Just as vicious, but less fire.”

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy.

A rider without their dragon is dead.

You can't make me fall for you and then die.

“I’m going to keep you. You’re mine, Violet.”

“Only if you’re mine.”

“I’ve been yours for longer than you could ever imagine.”

The right way isn’t the only way.

“There are a dozen of these daggers strapped to my body, so start disarming me.” He lifts a sardonic brow. “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.”

“You’re not going to handle me?” I call after him, shock raising my brows.

“Not tonight!” he tosses over his shoulder.

I scoff. “What are you waiting for?”

“It’s no fun if you expect it,” he answers, striding into the darkness. “Now, get back to bed before your wingleader realizes you’re out after curfew.”

“What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!”

"There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you , Violence."

Tu dois te battre, Vi, murmure Xaden contre mon front pendant que nous avançons. Tu pourras me détester autant que tu voudras quand tu te réveilleras. Tu pourras crier, frapper, me lancer tes putains de dagues pour ce que j'en ai à faire, mais tu dois vivre. Tu ne peux pas me faire tomber amoureux de toi et mourir ensuite. Rien de tout ça ne vaut la peine sans toi.

I would rather lose this entire war than live without you, and if that means I have to prove myself over and over, then I'll do it. You gave me your heart, and I'm keeping it.