Page 302 - Fourth Wing

Behind him, Amber steps forward, separating herself from the formation.

“I have committed no such crime!”
“See?” Dain swings his arm, pointing toward the redhead. “Put a stop to

this right now, Violet.”

“She was with them in my room,” I say simply. Shouting won’t convince
him. Nothing will.

“That’s impossible.” He lifts his hands, as though ready to cup my face.

“Let me see.”
The shock of what he intends to do has me stumbling backward. How

have I forgotten that his signet allows him to see others’ memories?

But if I let him see my memory of Amber’s participation, it will also
show him that I stopped time, and I can’t let that happen. I shake my head

and take another step back.
“Give me the memory,” he orders.

Indignation lifts my chin. “Touch me without permission, and you’ll

spend the rest of your life regretting it.”
Surprise ripples over his features.

“Wingleaders.” Xaden projects his voice over the chaos. “We need a
quorum.”

Both Nyra and Septon Izar—the wingleaders for First and Second Wing

—climb the stairs to the dais, passing by Amber as she stands utterly
exposed in the courtyard.

A familiar chaos fills the air, and we all look toward the ridgeline as six

dragons curve along the mountain, flying straight for us. The biggest among
them is Tairn.

In a matter of seconds, they reach the citadel and hover over the

courtyard walls. Wind from the strong beats of their wings blasts through
the courtyard. Then, one by one, they land on their perch, Tairn at the center

of the grouping.
Every line of his frame exudes menace as his talons crush the masonry