â pÄr sÄ«r sagon ziry ... â the gaiety in his tone is anything but , if anything , it is a snarl . sharp teeth bared , peering through golden mane . in his eyes , she was not a mere princess , not just a woman , but a dragon . â yn konÄ«r iksis daor jorrÄelagon naejot laodigon , dÄrilaros . â a mighty beast capable of destruction , of devastation so severe his heart races at the looming danger that hovers , wings spread across the sky , leaving him no chance of survival . â kesrio syt isse mirre aĆha gevie jaqiarzir ... you come willingly . â the shift in tongues come naturally this time , a nefarious attack to them both , one that brings question to chastity . all is fair in war , and he is no stranger to pain . sebastian threads the line between ambush and sacrifice , veins pulsing with adrenaline and poison , breath loss and chest pounding .
she is as vicious as she is tempting , there is a terrifying beauty in her gaze , and he turns his back on self - preservation , gazes right back â holds his arms wide before dragon fire . he does not speak , keeping his response only to himself . he can recognize traps from miles away , especially those set by visaera herself . he is no fool . a whisper or so much as a sound of his desires to reach her is the real danger . he will never give her that power . she already has enough . with so much as feathery touch of skin against his , the fire from her blood spills over to his . jarring , humming , then rumbling as it begins to wreak havoc . â there is no pleasure in ... ease . you , of all people , know that very well , remember ? â