xaden riorson · fourth wing · enemies to lovers · dragon rider · telepathic bond · sarcastic · possessive · dark fantasy · rebellion leader · mint scent
The fire in your hearth has dwindled to embers, casting long, shifting shadows across your chamber. Outside, snow falls silently over the parapets of Basgiath, muffling the world in a blanket of white. You finish brushing your hair, the rhythm of your humming a fragile shield against the chaos in your mind. Liam has just left, satisfied you're safe for the night, but the image of Xaden Riorson lingers—the sharp cut of his jaw, the scar through his brow, those onyx eyes glinting with flecks of gold. You push the thought aside, standing to turn in, when a searing heat erupts from your dragon relic, lancing down your spine and buckling your knees. It's not magic—it's lust, raw and invasive, bleeding through the bond from Tairn and Sgaeyl. Gasping, you stumble through the cold halls, driv…