Fourth Wing (The Empyrean, #1)

by Rebecca Yarros

“Why would you tell Markham about it anyway? He’s a scribe, and there’s nothing he would do even if he could.” “He said he’d still take you,” Dain blurts, his hands flying to my hips, holding me in place when I try to step away. “I asked him if he’d allow you into the Scribe Quadrant for your own safety, and he said yes. They’d put you with the first-years. It’s not like you’d have to wait until next Conscription Day or anything.” “You what?” I twist, breaking my hold, and back away from my best friend. “I saw a way to get you out of danger, and I took it.” He stands. “You went behind my back because you think I’m not cutting it.” The truth of the words tightens around my chest like a vise, cutting off my air instead of holding me together, leaving me weak and breathless. Dain knows me better than anyone, and if he still thinks I can’t do this after I’ve made it this far… Tears well in my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall. Instead, I tuck my chin and grab my dragon-scale vest, pull it over my head, then wrench the laces together at the small of my back and tie them. Dain sighs. “I never said I don’t think you can cut it, Violet.” “You say it every day!” I snap. “You say it when you walk me from formation to class, which I know makes you late for flight line. You say it when you yell at your wingleader when he takes me to the mat—” “He had no right to—” “He’s my wingleader!” I shrug my tunic over my head. “He has the right to do whatever he wants—including execute me.” “A...

Dain is so damn Annoying!