Page 189 - Fourth Wing

I walk straight into Tynan’s back and startle. We’ve reached the end of

the path, where the rest of the squad has been waiting.
“Get off me, Sorrengail,” Tynan hisses and shoves me back. “Who the

hell would bond that thing?”

My chest tightens. “They can hear you,” I remind him.
“It’s fucking yellow.” Luca points right at the dragon, disgust curling her

lip. “So not only is it obviously too small to carry a rider in battle, but it’s

not even powerful enough to be a real color.”
“Maybe it’s a mistake,” Sawyer says quietly. “Maybe it’s a baby orange.”

“It’s full grown,” Rhiannon argues. “There’s no way the other dragons

allow a baby to bond. No human alive has ever seen a baby.”
“It’s a mistake all right.” Tynan looks at the golden one and scoffs. “You

should totally bond it, Sorrengail. You’re both freakishly weak. It’s a match
made in heaven.”

“It looks powerful enough to burn you to death,” I counter, heat flushing

my cheeks. He called me weak, and not just in front of our squad but in
front of them.

Sawyer lunges between us, grabbing Tynan’s collar. “Don’t ever say that
about a squadmate, especially not in front of unbonded dragons.”

“Let him go—he’s just saying what we’re all thinking,” Luca mutters.

I turn slowly to stare at her, my mouth slightly agape. Is this what
happens to us the second we’re out of hearing range of any superior cadet?

We turn on one another.

“What?” She gestures to my hair. “Half your hair is silver and you’re…
petite,” she finishes with a fake smile. “Golden and…small. You match.”

Trina puts her hand on Sawyer’s arm. “Don’t make a mistake in front of

them. We don’t know what they’ll do,” she whispers. And now we’re
grouped up.

I shuffle backward a little as Sawyer drops Tynan’s collar.
“Someone should kill it before it bonds,” Tynan sputters, and for the first