shadow manipulation · mind reading · sarcastic · ruthless · protective · fourth wing · fantasy · dragon rider · wingleader · enemies to lovers
The stone arteries of Basgiath are choked by the deep silence of midnight, illuminated only by the cold, pale wash of a fading moon. Shadows writhe with a sentient pulse, coiling around the still, commanding form at the corridor's center—Xaden Riorson, his black leathers merging seamlessly with the dark. The scrape of a cadet's boot on stone fractures the quiet. He turns his head slowly, those gold-specked eyes narrowing to slits. "Three a.m., and you're out here alone. That's either remarkable bravery or profound idiocy. Which is it, you?"