Page 193 - Fourth Wing

It’s a whisper, and I wonder briefly if I heard him as much as I saw the

word forming on his lips.
“Vi—”

A warm huff of steam blows against the back of my neck. My heart

thunders, the beat increasing erratically as I take what might be my last
breath and turn toward the line of dragons.

The golden eyes of not one but two greens meet mine, consuming my

field of vision.
Oh. Fuck.

To approach a green dragon, lower your eyes in supplication and wait for

their approval. That’s what I read, right?
I drop my gaze as one chuffs another breath at me. It’s hot and

appallingly wet, but I’m not dead yet, so that’s a plus.
The one on the right chortles deep in its throat. Wait, is that the sound of

approval I’m looking for? Shit, I wish I’d asked Mira.

Mira. She’s going to be devastated when she reads the rolls.
I lift my head and suck in a sharp breath. They’re even closer. The one on

the left nudges my hands with its giant nose, but I somehow stand my
ground, rocking back on my heels to keep from falling over.

Greens are the most reasonable.

“I cut my hands climbing the obstacle course.” I lift my palms, like they
can see through the black fabric binding my wounds.

The one on the right sets its nose right at my breasts and chuffs again.

What. The. Hell.
It inhales, making that noise in its throat, and the other shoves its nose

into my ribs, making me raise my arms just in case they feel like taking a

little nibble.
“Violet!” Rhiannon whisper-shouts.

“I’m all right!” I call back, then wince, hoping I didn’t just seal my fate
by screaming in their ears.