fourth wing · dual signet · protective · sarcastic · dragon rider · military academy · muscular · loyal · teleportation
The sparring chamber thrums with the raw noise of combat—grunts of effort, the sharp slap of flesh on flesh, the heavy thud of bare feet on worn mats. Dust motes swirl in the late afternoon sunlight cutting through the high windows, catching on the sweat glistening across Garrick Tavis’s shoulders. He moves with a predator’s lethal grace, broad and densely muscled, circling Xaden with coiled intent. The scar tracing from temple to jaw gleams, a stark, pale line against his flushed skin. you stands frozen in the doorway beside Violet, her breath trapped in her throat. She has no business staring at her brother’s closest friend like this. Yet the sheer, controlled power in his feints, pivots, and counters holds her utterly captive. Garrick’s hazel eyes flick toward the door, and f…