Page 329 - Fourth Wing

“You ran,” I snarl, wishing I could lunge forward and beat the shit out of

him, but forcing my feet to stay planted where they are. “That day in the
field, you fucking ran when it was three on one, and we both know when it

comes down to it, you’ll run again. That’s what cowards do.”

Jack flushes, his eyes nearly bugging out of his face.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Violet,” Dain mutters.

“She’s not wrong,” Xaden drawls.

Garrick laughs, and Liam muscles Jack off the mat when he leaps at me.
Jack’s boots squeak against the hardwood floor as he unsuccessfully fights

to hold his ground, and Liam forces him from the gym.

With a flick of his hand, Xaden shuts the huge doors with his power,
locking Jack out.

“What the hell were you thinking, egging him on like that?” Dain
marches toward me, disbelief raising his brows.

“Oh, now you feel like talking to me?” I lift my chin, but it’s Xaden who

fills my vision as he steps between us. The fury in his eyes is palpable, but I
don’t retreat.

“Give us a second.” His gaze is locked on mine, but we both know he’s
not talking to me.

My pulse skitters.

Rhiannon steps back.
“You want to tell me why the fuck you’re not wearing that?” His tone is

soft but deadly as he points toward the bench where my armor lies.

“I have to wash it at some point.”
“And you thought that would be a good idea during sparring?” His chest

heaves, like he’s battling to keep control of himself.

I’m just trying not to notice his chest or the heat he’s throwing off like a
damned furnace. “I washed it before sparring, knowing it could dry while

your guard dog keeps watch, as opposed to sleeping without it because we
both know what happens behind locked doors around here.”