Page 273 - Fourth Wing

“Wake before you die!” The bookshelves in the Archives tremble, and

my heart jolts. “Now!”
My eyes fly open, and I gasp as the dream disintegrates. I’m not in the

Archives. I’m in my room in the Riders—

“Move!” Tairn bellows.
“Fuck! She’s awake!” Moonlight reflects off a sword slicing through the

air above me.

Oh. Shit. I roll toward the opposite side of my bed, but not fast enough,
and the blade slams into the side of my back with a force even my thick

winter blankets can’t diffuse.

Adrenaline camouflages the pain as the sword rebounds, unable to split
the dragon scales.

My knees slam into the hardwood floor, and I thrust my hands beneath
my pillow, drawing back two daggers as I untangle from the covers and

gain my feet. How the hell did they get my door unlocked?

Blowing my unbound hair out of my face, I meet the wide, shocked eyes
of an unbonded first-year, and he’s not the only one. There are seven cadets

in my room. Four are unbonded men. Three are unbonded women—I gasp
with recognition—make that two as she runs for the door and slams it on

the way out.

She opened the door. There’s no other explanation.
The rest are all armed. All determined to kill me. All standing between

my unlocked door and me. My hands curl around the hilts of my daggers

and my heart rate skyrockets. “Guess it won’t do me much good to ask you
to leave nicely?”

I’m going to have to fight my way out of here.

“Get away from the wall! Don’t let them trap you!”
Good point. But there’s not exactly a lot of places to go in this tiny room.

“Damn it! I told you her armor is impenetrable!” Oren hisses from the
other side of the room, blocking my exit. Fucking asshole.