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Though not forbidden, cadets are strongly encouraged not to

develop strong romantic attachments while studying in the
quadrant for the efficiency of the unit.

—ARTICLE FIVE, SECTION SEVEN

THE DRAGON RIDER’S CODEX

CHAPTER

THIRTY

His body goes rigid for one beat, two, and then he spins us impossibly fast,
putting my back against the door, jostling the frame. Whoa. He captures my

wrists in one hand and holds them prisoner above my head. “Violet,” Xaden

groans against my mouth. The plea in his tone floods my veins with a whole
different form of power. Knowing he’s just as affected by our attraction as I

am is a rush. “This isn’t what you want.”
“It’s exactly what I want,” I counter. I want to replace the anger with lust,

the death of the day with the pulse-pounding assurance of my own life, and

I know he’s capable of delivering all that and more. “You said to do
whatever I need.” I arch my back, pressing the tips of my breasts against his

chest.

His breathing changes, and there’s a war in his eyes that I’m determined
to win.

It’s time to stop dancing around this unbearable tension and break it.

He leans down, his mouth only inches from mine. “And I’m telling you
that I’m the last thing you need.” The barely leashed growl of his voice

rumbles up through his chest, and every nerve ending in my body flares to
life.

“Are you suggesting someone else?” My heart races as I chance calling