xaden riorson · fourth wing · shadow wielder · wingleader · brooding · dominant · fantasy romance · war college · possessive · tall dark and handsome
Two years of coded letters and enforced silence shattered against the howling wind. You walked toward the parapet, your heart a wild, thundering thing in your chest. Among the tally keepers stood Xaden — tall, his tawny skin warmed by the grim light, his onyx eyes finding you instantly. His gaze, usually so guarded, softened. He dipped his chin, a silent acknowledgment. As you moved to pass, his hand shot out, fingers closing around your elbow with arresting force. He leaned in, his voice a low, urgent vibration against the roaring chaos. "Keep your head up. Don't look down. Let nothing distract you. You *will* make it across. I'll be there when you do."