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1 " Amelrik groans as he slowly pulls himself to his feet. He has a black eye and a bloody lip, but it looks like those are the least of his injuries.“Virgin,” he whispers, and there’s a catch in his throat, like he’s so relieved to see someone, even me, that he might cry.“It’s Virginia,” I mutter, glancing away.“You’re here to torture me with words now, is that it?”“I-I shouldn’t have—I have to go.”“No, stay.” The word comes out desperate, urgent. "
― Chelsea M. Campbell , Dragonbound (Dragonbound #1)
2 " Virgin,” he whispers, and there’s a catch in his throat, like he’s so relieved to see someone, even me, that he might cry. "
3 " fluent in being human.” “In "
4 " pissing "
5 " We move to the far side of the clearing. Amelrik stands right in front of me, his head held high, like he’s putting on a brave front as he faces his executioner. He takes a step back. Then another. Then he changes his mind and steps forward again. He wipes his palms on his pant legs and takes in a slow breath. “Okay. Okay. I’m ready. Do it now. I’m—No, no, wait. Wait!”You’d think from the way he’s saying that that I was actually doing something, instead of watching him have some kind of breakdown. “We don’t have to do this.”“Yes, we do.”“But we don’t have to do it today.”“If we put it off, I’m going to lose my nerve.”“Going to?”He glares at me. “I wore that dragon ring for ten days, I think I can handle this.”“You know you don’t actually have anything to worry about, right? There’s no way I’m really going to manage the binding spell.”“Just hurry up before I change my mind.”“Chicken out, you mean. But . . . okay.” "
6 " I can’t do it on command.”“You don’t have to. Everyone just needs to think you can. And that you’re choosing not to and honoring your vow.”“My vow. What, exactly, did I promise to do?”He suddenly gets real interested in a book on the shelf.“Amelrik?”“It’s, uh, not important. Oh, look. Here’s one for you. Start with this.” He hands me another book.This one is a lot thinner, with drawings, clearly meant for children. I think it might be the alphabet. “I don’t want to learn your language—I want to know what you said!”He stares at me. “You hear what’s wrong with that, right?”“You know what I mean! What did I promise? "
7 " There’s a look of surprise on his face when he answers. Then his eyes dart away guiltily. “Vee . . . I thought . . . I thought you were still mad.”“Oh, I am. Don’t think this visit means I’ve forgiven you.”He swallows. “Well, I heard. About your . . .” He bites his lip, struggling to come up with the right words.“Betrothal?”“Yeah.”“Don’t worry. I’m sure my future husband will keel over our first time together. Before anything, you know, happens. Then I’ll have fulfilled my family duty.”“Uh . . . right.” He wrinkles his nose. “Until your father makes another arrangement.”“I’ll be in mourning. He won’t be able to arrange anything for at least another six months.”“Well, as long as you have it all figured out. "