Page 241 - Fourth Wing

Rhiannon walks out of her room and smiles as soon as she sees me. “No

more breakfast duty?”
“I was told last night that all the less desirable duties were being handed

off to the unbonded so our energy can be redirected for flight lessons.”

Which means I’ll have to find another way to weaken my opponents before
challenges. Xaden’s right. I can’t always count on taking every enemy

down with poison, but I’m not going to ignore the only advantage I have

here, either.
“One more reason for the unbonded to hate us,” Rhiannon mutters.

“So, Sawyer, huh, Rhi?” We start down our hallway, passing a few other

rooms before meeting up with the main corridor that leads to the rotunda.
Have to say, the first-year rooms aren’t as spacious as the second-years’, but

at least we both got ones with windows.
A grin curves her lips. “I felt like celebrating.” She darts a quick side-eye

at me. “And why have I not heard of you celebrating?”

We melt into the crowd moving toward the gathering hall. “Haven’t
found anyone I want to celebrate with.”

“Really? Because I heard that you and a certain squad leader had a
moment last night.”

My gaze whips toward hers, and I nearly stumble over my feet.

“Come on, Vi. The entire quadrant was out there, and you don’t think
someone saw you?” She rolls her eyes. “You’re not going to get a lecture

from me. Who gives a shit if it’s frowned upon to be in a relationship with a

superior officer? There’s no regulation, and it’s not like any of us is
guaranteed to live through the day.”

“Solid points,” I admit. “But it’s…” I shake my head, searching for the

right words. “It’s not like that with us. I’d always hoped it would be, but
when he kissed me—there was nothing there. Like. Nothing.” It’s

impossible to keep the disappointment out of my voice.
“Well, that’s shitty to hear.” She hooks her arm through mine. “I’m