Thank the gods. Ridoc is still very unsure about where Violet is and why he and the rest of his squadmates had been locked into one of the interrogation classrooms, dosed with that fucking poison taking him away from his dragon. But Bodhi had come, rescuing him and his friends, giving him his dragon back.
Listen to me. The moment is here.
The heist. I have talked with Cuir and she will tell her rider. His heart speeds up in his chest. After all this time …
“Bodhi!” he hisses, grabbing his arm. “What is Aotrom talking about?”
“Xaden … may have caused a distraction to drag leadership to the border. They’re on their way now.” His eyes bore into Ridoc’s, pleading him to understand. “The odds are good that we’ll all be leaving Basgiath for good soon.”
It takes a second for the puzzle pieces to slot into place in Ridoc’s brain, but when they do, a slow smile spreads over his face. “Let’s do it.”
Twenty minutes later, Ridoc is sliding into formation. Dain is yelling about something, but he’s paying it no mind, doing his best to hide a smile instead.
We did it, Aotrom. We fucking did it.
I always had faith that you would.
Tucked in the bottom of Ridoc’s rucksack is a pair of black silk underpants, embroidered with the monogram of one Myron Panchek.
(I have this as an AO3 draft but won’t post unless you want me to! 🙂)