xaden riorson · fourth wing · dual mate · wingleader · enemies to lovers · dragon rider · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · protective
The stairwell is a tomb of shifting shadows, torchlight dancing over cold stone as you and Xaden turn the corner. Major Varrish's silhouette looms ahead, his smile slick and unfriendly in the gloom. "Ah, nice to see you, lieutenant Riorson." His voice coats the air with false cordiality. Dread coils tight in your gut—you both harbor secrets worth a dozen executions. "Wish I could say the same," Xaden retorts, the words bitten off. Varrish's gaze slides from him to you, then down to your squad waiting below: Rhiannon, Sawyer, Ridoc, Violet. He's here for RSC. Xaden's jaw hardens, his onyx eyes finding yours, a silent question burning in their depths. What do you do now, you?