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He didn't really get a look at Imogen once she dragged him in, his eyes going to the interiors of what he learned to be her quarters. Greydon turned slowly, taking it all in before rounding back to Imogen. The way her arms had crosses, it really framed her shape nicely, his eyes focused there...

He was a fucking idiot for doing this, but scaling the gate the way she had done had been too easy to replicate. The stone and brick exterior that cladded the wall of the balcony she disappeared onto looked smooth and not at all flexible in climbing. No wonder she needed the aid of her dragon...

She walked like a wraith haunting the bones of a home that had long forgotten her. The wraith did not mind, seemed to move without any notice of those amongst the living. Did she need to when her flightless dragon stalked beside her and steered her back home? Greydon followed, forgetting the...

It was nearing night, and Greydon had been walking the street at a leisurely pace. Although his injured leg gave him reason to slow, the raesi root he smoked helped the pain ebb away. He had seen Ilir moments before, but the Lord Malennis made haste towards the small district of restaurants...

He wanted to rip himself from Imogen the moment they were caught, but at having been discovered, all he could think was how sweet she had tasted. How much more he wanted. Greydon stepped aside when he felt Imogen move, giving her the space to come down from the bench. His eyes met with the...

She was right. Ilir was not in this room. It was just the two of them, and he finally had a chance to breathe her in like the air he needed in order to live. Greydon pulled her mouth back to his, inhaling her air like he needed it more than she did, but every panting breath he let out...

This was a blessing and relief, that she met him when he was too scared to take that leap. Once fed her lips, his hands moved to put into action what he wanted. Greydon lifted her and sat her on the bench, forcing her legs to open so that he may take up that space. He had been telling the...

He was a fool, and yet despite knowing this, Greydon damned himself by showing care for her once again. His thumb twitched to catch her tears, smoothing the silver sheen against her perfect cheek. There was a delusion beginning in his mind, that she needed him to save her. That he was a...

He was still, not because of the steel at his throat, but in surprise that Imogen Celreos could throw him to a wall just as she had. To use his own force and movement against him, he couldn't help but stare down at her in wonder. His lips parted, shocked only for a moment before his tongue...

His jaw tightened, annoyed that she was delaying his departure. Even her question earned a flare in his eyes, his head canting to the side as he leveled her with quiet for a few tense moments. She hadn't been interested in him checking in on her, but now she was going to all this trouble to...

Greydon couldn't stop the smirk, the way his mouth liked to respond to her when he knew he had to be on his best behavior. He did not let go of her, even as she whisked them both away into the kitchens, ensuring they were alone. His brow raised, and that sliver of a scar that interrupted the...

Dinner had come to an end, or at least it did for him. Eira had begun to look ill, her head she claimed was throbbing, and with Ilir's impatient wave of a hand as dismissal, Grey had helped his cousin to their carriage. The Celreos' home was not too far from the Malennis residence, but a...

Greydon loved and adored Eira. Despite being the smallest amongst majority of people, she made up for it all in presence. She had strength, and commandjng power she was not born with, but learned and conquered. She did not miss a beat, a smile plastered on her lips as Ivan pointedly made comment...

Greydon raised his own glass, a silent toast before placing the glass rim to his lips and drank. Heartily. Eira had taken a small one, her eyes darting between Greydon and Imogen but remained silent. "I have had to keep my disdain for the Malennis name to a minimum in the presence of my...

Greydon smiled far too easily. Her game of forgetting his name made him forget the depressive mood that he clung to in these weeks. He chuckled beside Eira, who looked between the two with recognition registering in her eyes. "Yes, I do not know if I should rejoice that we may yet become...