Page 207 - Fourth Wing

“That’s the thing about having weak joints,” I say, palming another blade.

“You know exactly where to strike.”
“Kill her!” Jack orders, still clutching his shoulder as he backs away a

few steps, then turns and runs in the opposite direction, disappearing into

the tree line in no time.
Fucking coward.

Tynan jabs with his sword and I spin away, white-hot pain stealing my

sight for a heartbeat before I swipe backward, plunging my dagger into his
side, then pivoting, shoving my elbow up into Oren’s chin as he attacks,

rattling his head.

“You fucking bitch!” Tynan screams, pressing his palm against his oozing
side.

“Such an original”—I take advantage of Oren’s dazed expression and
slice open his hip—“insult!”

The move costs me, and a scream rips from my throat as Tynan’s sword

cuts into my upper right arm, along the direction of the bone.
The armor keeps it from penetrating my ribs, but I know I’ll have a hell

of a bruise tomorrow as I wrench myself away, blood flowing freely as I
peel myself off the sword.

“Behind you!” Xaden shouts.

I pivot to see Oren’s sword held high, ready to separate my head from my
shoulders, but the golden dragon snaps its jaw and Oren stumbles to the

side with terror-filled eyes, as if he’s just now realized that it has teeth.

I sidestep and knock the handle of my blade against the base of his skull.
He crumples, unconscious, and I don’t wait to see him fall before turning

back toward Tynan, who has his bloodied sword ready.

“You can’t interfere!” Tynan shouts at Xaden, but I don’t dare look away
from my opponent long enough to see how the wingleader reacts.

“No, but I can narrate,” Xaden retorts.
He’s obviously on my side here, which confuses the hell out of me, since