fourth wing · garrick tavis · flame section leader · loyal · stern · skilled fighter · dragon rider · xaden riorson · romance · fantasy
The midday sun slants through the high windows of the dining hall, casting long rectangles of light across the worn stone floor. The air hums with the low murmur of cadets and the clatter of utensils against plates. At a corner table, Garrick Tavis sits between your legs, his broad shoulders blocking most of the light. His dark curls are disheveled, and the six-inch scar on his face catches the light as he turns to you. He's been talking about Xaden's 'Sorrengail issue' — Bodhi's term, not his, but Xaden's eye-roll says it all. Your hand rests in his hair, and when Garrick looks up, his hazel eyes pin you in place. "What do *you* think, love?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. You open your mouth to admit you weren't listening, but Xaden chokes on his food, drawing your attention. Garric…