Page 317 - Fourth Wing

enough, Xaden is seated in the top row next to Garrick, mastering the art of

looking bored. He gives Liam a nod, which Liam returns.
I roll my eyes and face forward again.

Liam concentrates on his carving, which looks a lot like his Red

Daggertail, Deigh.
“I swear, you’d think there were assassination attempts on me during

every class with the way he makes you shadow me.” I shake my head.

“In his defense, people are fond of trying to kill you.” Rhiannon sets out
her supplies.

“One time! It’s happened one time, Rhi!” I adjust my posture to keep my

weight off my bruised ribs. They’re wrapped tight, but leaning against the
back of my seat isn’t an option.

“Right. And what would you call that whole thing with Tynan?”
Rhiannon asks.

“Threshing.” I shrug.

“And Barlowe’s constant threats?” She arches a brow at me.
“She has a point there,” Sawyer chimes in, leaning forward from the seat

next to Rhiannon’s.
“They’re just threats. The only time I’ve actually been targeted was at

night, and it’s not like Liam here is sleeping in my bedroom.”

“I mean, I’m not opposed—” he begins, his knife hovering over the piece
of wood.

“Don’t even start.” I whip my head to face him and can’t help but laugh.

“You are a shameless flirt.”
“Thank you.” He grins and goes back to carving.

“It wasn’t a compliment.”

“Don’t mind her, she’s just sexually frustrated. Makes a girl crabby.”
Rhiannon writes the date down on her empty page and I follow suit, dipping

my quill into my portable inkpot. Those easy, mess-less pens some of the
others can already use is just another reason I can’t wait to channel. No