Page 266 - Fourth Wing

A growl rumbles through Tairn’s chest above me and vibrates my very

bones. I pivot, my hands hovering along my sheathed daggers as Dain
approaches.

“It’s just Dain.” I walk out from between Tairn’s forelegs when Dain

pauses a dozen feet away.
“Anger does not suit him.” He growls again, and a puff of steam hits the

back of my neck.

“Relax,” I say and glance back over my shoulder at him. My eyebrows
shoot up.

Tairn’s golden eyes are narrowed in a glare on Dain, and his teeth are

bared, dripping saliva as another growl rumbles.
“You’re a menace. Stop it,” I say.

“Tell him if he harms you, I’ll scorch the ground where he stands.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Tairn.” I roll my eyes and walk to Dain, whose jaw

is locked, but his eyes are wide with apprehension.

“Tell him, or I’ll take it up with Cath.”
“Tairn says if you harm me, he’ll burn you,” I say as dragons to the left

and right launch skyward without their riders, headed back to the Vale. But
not Tairn. Nope, he’s still standing behind me like an overprotective dad.

“I’m not going to harm you!” Dain snaps.

“Word for word, Silver One.”
I blow a breath out slowly. “Sorry, he actually said, if you harm me, he’ll

scorch the ground where you stand.” I turn and look over my shoulder.

“Better?”
Tairn blinks.

Dain keeps his eyes on me, but I see it there, the swirling anger Tairn

warned me about. “I would rather die than harm you, and you know it.”
“Happy now?” I ask Tairn.

“I’m hungry. I think I’ll partake in a flock of sheep.” He launches with
great beats of his wings.