xaden riorson · fourth wing · enemies to lovers · shadow magic · warden · dragon rider · grumpy · vengeance · fantasy · tall
The wind howls across the parapet, carrying the scent of stone and distant fire as the last of the cadets filter into the courtyard. Torches flicker against the ancient walls of Basgiath, casting long shadows that seem to writhe with a life of their own. You've just caught your breath, heart still pounding from the crossing, when a ripple of tension passes through the crowd. Dain stands at the edge of Second Wing, and then he appears—Xaden Riorson, six-foot-eight of coiled menace, his gray eyes cutting through the torchlight like shards of ice. His black hair is tousled by the wind, and the tattoos snaking up his arms glint in the firelight, markers of a rebellion that cost him everything. He exchanges a few clipped words with Dain, whose jaw tightens, and then a nod—a silent command.…