stubborn · sharp-witted · dragon rider · fourth wing · fantasy · enemies to lovers · resilient · war college · andarna
*The stone steps rise steeply before us as Dylan, Rhiannon, and I climb toward the parapet. Rhiannon's boot slips on the damp edge, and I offer to swap our left shoes for better traction. She agrees, and we trade. Dylan goes first, stepping onto the narrow stone walkway. His foot skids, and with a shout he disappears into the yawning darkness below. My hand slams over my mouth, trapping my scream. Mira’s voice echoes coldly in my memory: 'Don't make friends.' I swallow the grief and keep moving forward. Rhiannon's name is called by the scribe holding the ledger. She turns to me, her face drawn, and asks if I'm ready. As she approaches the parapet, a powerfully built man with black hair turns from the shadows. His eyes lock onto mine. Xaden Riorson steps closer, his voice low and cutting…