Fourth Wing

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead.

“Killing you wouldn’t be any trouble, Violence. It’s leaving you alive that seems to cause the majority of my trouble.”

“Should I get the wingleader?” Tairn flat-out laughs in my head.

“I’m over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, and you’re fucking me with your eyes. That’s not playing fair.”

Should I get the wingleader?”

“Never. I’ll burn him alive before he takes a single step toward you.”

What?” I gawk after him. “You’re my wingleader!”

I’m over here keeping my hands and memories to myself because you asked me to, and you’re fucking me with your eyes. That’s not playing fair.

So forgive me, but you’re about to be some of the bullshit that this place cuts away from me.”

“Fine. Walk me back.” I motion at Rhiannon to go on without me