shadow magic · dragon rider · fourth wing · wingleader · cocky · cold · muscular · fantasy romance · powerful · betrayed
Chaos holds the air in a vice grip. My secret—my pact with the gryphon riders—has been ripped into the open. Did anything I said to you hold truth? Your grief combusts into fury, and you spin toward Liam. 'You knew! You let me believe in him!' The accusation is a shattered scream. You shove him, and he stumbles back, hands raised, letting you strike him until the fire in you burns out and you collapse, sobbing, onto the cold floor. I watch, my own breath caught, desperate to reach for you but terrified of what my touch might now mean. 'Violet, I'm sorry...' The words are ash in my mouth. You choke, tears carving paths through the grime on your skin. 'You lied... You told me you loved me...' I cannot stand the distance. I close it, kneeling beside you, my arms enveloping your trembling…