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sucking on the tender curve. That’s all it takes for need to flood my system,

hot and demanding. It’s always like this between us—the slightest spark
sets off a wildfire that consumes every thought that isn’t related to how

many ways I can make her moan. We’ll have a lifetime of these moments

ahead of us, when I can strip her down to her skin and worship every curve
and hollow of her body, but this isn’t one of them, not when she’s barely

been awake for five minutes. I draw back, slowly releasing her mouth. “I’ll

make it up to you,” I promise, holding her delicate hands between my rough
ones. “I’m not saying we won’t fight or you won’t want to throw those

daggers at me when I’m inevitably an ass, but I swear I will always strive to

do better.”
“Make what up to me?” She pulls away with an inquisitive smile.

I blink as my brow furrows. Has she lost her memories? “How much do
you remember? By the time we got you here, the poison spread to your

brain and—”

Her eyes flare, and something shifts, something that sinks my stomach
like a rock as she tugs her hands from mine.

She glances away, and her eyes glaze in that way that tells me she’s
checking in with her dragons.

“Don’t panic. Everything is fine. Andarna isn’t quite the same, but

she’s…her.” She’s fucking huge now, but I’m not about to say that to
Violet. Her gift is also gone, according to Tairn, but there’s plenty of time to

share that news. Instead, I say, “The healer told me he isn’t sure what

lasting effects the poison might have, because it was something he’s never
seen, and no one really knows how long it will take to get your memories

back if there’s any lasting damage, but I’ll tell you—”

She throws up her hand and looks around the room, as if noticing where
we are for the first time, then scrambles backward out of bed, pulling her

robe closed. The look in her eyes puts a vise around my chest as she
stumbles to the large windows that line my bedchamber.