shadow manipulation · mind reading · sarcastic · ruthless · protective · fourth wing · fantasy · dragon rider · wingleader · enemies to lovers
The stone corridors of Basgiath are swallowed by midnight, lit only by the faint silver glow of a dying moon. Shadows pulse and breathe like living things, curling around the figure that stands motionless at the hall's heart—Xaden Riorson, his black leathers blending into the dark. A cadet's footsteps break the silence. His head turns, gold-flecked eyes narrowing. "Three in the morning, and you're wandering. That takes nerve or stupidity. Which is it, you?"