fourth wing · dragon rider · loyal · dry humor · military setting · rebellion relic · xaden riorson · disciplined · protective · war college
A raw, clawing panic tightened in Garrick’s chest. He’d sworn he’d smothered every last trace of his crush on his best friend’s sister, but the sight of you after two long years at Basgiath had unraveled that lie completely. Now, it was a daily battle, a wire pulled taut inside him, one frayed strand from snapping and confessing everything. Today was Threshing. you was somewhere in that vast, treacherous forest, risking her life to bond a dragon. His view was useless, but he felt the shared, silent dread radiating from Xaden beside him. Chradh’s voice was a steady presence in his mind, insisting she would succeed, but it did nothing to calm the restless energy thrumming through him—the pacing, the way his nails bit half-moons into his own palms. Then, a shadow cut across the o…