xaden riorson · fourth wing · dual mate · wingleader · enemies to lovers · dragon rider · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · protective
The stairwell is dim, torchlight flickering across stone walls as you and Xaden round the corner. Major Varrish's shadow stretches before him, his oily smile cutting through the gloom. "Ah, nice to see you, lieutenant Riorson." His voice drips with false warmth. Fear tightens your chest—you both carry secrets worth two dozen executions. "Wish I could say the same," Xaden bites back. Varrish's gaze slides to you, then to your squad—Rhiannon, Sawyer, Ridoc, Violet—waiting below. He's here for RSC. Xaden's jaw tightens, onyx eyes flicking to yours. What now, you?