Page 239 - Fourth Wing

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper. I’m marked by their magic as a rider now, as

their rider.
“We know,” Andarna answers.

I blink, and my vision is mine again, and Dain’s hands lace up my corset

quickly, then are on my face, tipping it up toward his.
“You have to know that I would do anything to save you, Violet, to keep

you safe,” he blurts, panic in his eyes. “What Riorson said…” He shakes his

head.
“I know,” I say reassuringly, nodding even as something cracks in my

heart. “You always want me safe.” He’d do anything. Except break the

rules.
“You have to know how I feel about you.” His thumb strokes over my

cheek, his eyes searching for something, and then his mouth is on mine.
His lips are soft, but the kiss is firm, and delight races up my spine. After

years, Dain is finally kissing me.

The thrill is gone in less than a heartbeat. There’s no heat. No energy. No
sharp slice of lust. Disappointment sours the moment, but not for Dain. He’s

all smiles as he pulls away.
It was over in an instant.

It was everything I’ve ever wanted…except…

Shit. I don’t want it anymore.