Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

Dad can’t save you. He tried. I tried. Decide, Violet. Are you going to die a scribe? Or live as a rider?” I glance down at the books in my arms and make my choice. “You’re a pain in the ass.”

I finger the hidden sheaths sewn diagonally along the rib cage.

and where the tip of my dagger now indents the fabric of his breeches—against his balls.

“Glad to see our year apart hasn’t dulled your tongue, Vi.” “Oh,” I toss over my shoulder as we walk into the hallway, “I can do quite a few things with my tongue. You’d be impressed.”