Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

“I’m going to be fine,” I recite, because that’s my fucking mantra.

The bitter, illogical taste of jealousy fills my mouth, but there’s no time to examine that particular oddity, not when there’re only seconds before he’s in front of me again.

“Killing you wouldn’t be any trouble, Violence. It’s leaving you alive that seems to cause the majority of my trouble.”

“Well-the-fuck-aware,” Xaden roars,

I am completely, utterly obsessed with Xaden.

Xaden studies me with an intensity that makes me sway toward him. “You are astonishing.” He shakes his head. “I couldn’t do that for weeks.”

Whatever you feel is natural. Allow yourself to feel it but then let it go.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Violet.”

There’s nowhere in existence you could go that I wouldn’t find you, Violence.”

“Oh gods.” “Which one are you calling out for?” he asks against my flesh. “Because it’s just you and me in this room, Vi, and I don’t share.”