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“Hello, my little storm cloud,”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Love

“Violet Sorrengail,'" she whispers, moving closer. 'Are you wearing Riorson's flight jacket?"

Liam's head snaps in my direction, curse his stupidly good hearing.

"Why would you say that?" I do a shitty job of feigning shock and shove the sheaths into every available pocket in this thing. All three of them, which are considerably deeper than the ones in my own jacket.

"Oh, I don't know. Because it's huge on you and there are three stars right here?" She taps where there's only one star on her uniform.

Well, shit. Just goes to show that neither of us was thinking clearly.

"It could be any third-year's." I shrug.

"With a Fourth Wing shield on the shoulder?" She cocks an eyebrow.

"That does limit it a bit," I agree.

"And a wingleader emblem beneath those stars?" she teases.

"Fine, it's his." I whisper quickly.

"I knew it!" Rhi grins. "Tell me it's good."

"I broke his window." I wince and my cheeks heat.

"Like...you threw something at it?" Her brow knits.

"No. As in, lightning struck... a lot. and I shattered his window.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I'll let you know if I need your help burying a body later."

Ridoc sputters into a cough, and Sawyer pounds him on the back.

"I think she might mean you," Rhiannon says as she gives Xaden an arch look.

"I'm certain she does.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

“That journal entry is fascinating, but all wrong. I was at home when you called that night. And I broke every speed limit to get to you.”
― Elsie Silver, Wild Love