Page 333 - Fourth Wing

“Andarna?”

There’s only silence.
Go figure, they’re always around, pushing into my head when I could use

a little space, then nowhere to be found when it’s the other way around. I’d

heard them say I was ready earlier, but I figured it would take a day or two
for my mind to fully open that pathway once Tairn started channeling.

Guess not.

Rhiannon. I have to tell Rhiannon. She’s going to flip that I can finally go
to Professor Carr’s class with her. And Liam? He can stop pretending that

he can’t channel just so he isn’t forced to leave me for an hour a day.

Heat washes over me, prickling my skin and centering low in my
stomach.

Odd, but whatever. It’s probably just a side effect of the power. I throw
open the lock on my door and yank it open.

My vision blurs and need slams into me, robbing me of every logical

thought besides satiating the overwhelming—
“Violet?” The fuzzy shape of a man stands in the hallway, and I blink

Liam into focus. “You all right?”
“Are you sleeping in the hallway?” I grip the doorframe as an image of

falling fills my mind, and I feel the sizzle of flakes as they make contact

with my heated skin. It’s gone as quickly as it appeared, but the driving,
thundering desire remains.

Oh shit. This is…lust.

“No.” Liam shakes his head. “Just hanging out here before turning in.”
I look at him then. Really, honestly look at him. He’s more than

handsome, with strong features and sky-blue eyes that are startlingly

beautiful.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He sets his knife and semi-carved

dragon down.
“Like what?” My teeth sink into my bottom lip and I debate rubbing