Tag: dragons, order-of-st-george, talon, ya-romance

Victory was close. Just one final push. “Send in the rest,” I ordered. “All wings attack. Take that base down now.

I didn’t fall in love with how you looked,” he murmured as his hand rose, gently brushing my cheek. “I fell in love with you.”My eyes watered. And everything inside me melted into molten goo. “You are getting entirely too good at making a dragon cry,” I saw and kissed him.

Without St. George, that balance would tip. Without the Order, there would be nothing to stop Talon and the Elder Wyrm from achieving what they wanted from the start: complete and utter dominion.

The organization likes to do their dirty business where no one can see it.

Why haven’t they killed us yet?””Our lives aren’t important. For some reason, it’s always been about her.

The kind of bs is dead. Long live the queen.

I leaned back against the headboard and closed my eyes, feeling the inferno flair between us once more. It flickered and pulsed, but my blood was boiling on the inside and Ember was the fire that ignited it.