Had he said those words to her? “You don’t, either. “You don’t want a long-term relationship with me,” she cried. By the time she’d passed through the formal living room and he was just about to catch up with her, she turned around and shook a finger at him. Thank God she’d had enough sense to go there and not anywhere else.īy the time his battle sandals touched down on the hardwood floor of his villa foyer, she was headed to the south rooms on a quick march. He still couldn’t believe she already had the ability to fold. “Don’t.” She lifted that hand a little higher, then vanished. He took a step toward her but she lifted her other hand, palm flat out in his direction. By the end of this speech, her eyes had filled with tears and she put three fingers against her lips in true Parisa fashion. So, yeah, I did think of you, that I wanted to be just like you.” I was such a mouse when I arrived here, when Havily and Marcus found me in my courtyard, naked and in full-mount and Crace arrived? There wasn’t a damn thing I could do to stay alive in that situation. I want to lay it on the line every day or night of my life so long as Rith lives, so long as Greaves lives. “I didn’t give you a second’s thought? All I thought was-I want to do what Antony does. That you didn’t give me a second’s thought summed it up for me.” You already told Madame Endelle what you plan to do. You don’t give a good goddamn what I think. “You haven’t thought this through and not once did you ask, What do you think, Antony?”Īt that, she released a small sigh. “What do I look like, Antony? A vampire? An ascender? A woman who has to mount her wings at least once every ten days or she goes insane? A woman who just spent the last three months in captivity? A woman who before her ascension was hiding in a library because life had kicked her around too much? And exactly how many of those things make it bad or wrong for me to decide making war in a world at war is the right thing for me to do?” “So women with big boobs can’t serve?” Now she scowled. “You saw a handful of seconds of military action and you think you can be a warrior? Look at you.” He gestured with a hand up and down her body, his gaze pausing more than once on the size of her chest. “I would have agreed with you yesterday.” You shouldn’t even be thinking about a career in the military.” He blinked and let out an exasperated sigh. “The Female Militia Training Camps are like Mortal Earth boot camp on crack. “You don’t even have the smallest clue what you’ll be up against.” “You’re angry that I want to train as a warrior?” “That you even have to ask should give you some kind of clue, Madame Warrior.” She glanced behind her and when the last of them left-Marcus offering her a salute-she turned back and said, “What’s wrong?”

Wings of Fire by Caris Roane