Page 348 - Fourth Wing

“What the hell, Rhi?” I fly to my feet and whip my head toward her.

“What just—” My mouth drops.
She’s holding the book, looking up at me with a wide grin.

“Is that the same book?” I lean in just to see. Yep, it’s the same.

“I guess I can summon.” Her grin grows even wider.
“Holy shit!” I grasp her shoulders in excitement. “That’s amazing!

That’s…incredible! I don’t even have words for what that is!” Moving

objects and locking doors are the small magics, the baseline of wielding that
comes from our constant connection to our dragons through our relics once

they begin channeling. But making something disappear and bringing it to

you? I haven’t read about a signet power like that in a century. It’s a hell of
a signet.

“Right?” She clutches the book to her chest. “I can only do it from a few
feet away, and I can’t go through walls or anything.”

“Yet,” I correct her, joy bubbling through me. “You can’t go through

walls yet. Rhi. That’s the kind of rare signet that’s going to make your entire
career!”

“I hope so.” She stands, putting the book back on her desk. “I just have to
develop it.”

“You will.” I say it with the same assurance I feel.

The three of us walk toward the academic wing minutes later, joined by
Sawyer and Ridoc as they come out of commons, fresh from the library.

“I finished this for you,” Liam says, handing me a figurine as we climb

the wide spiral staircase to the third floor.
It’s Tairn. He’s even mastered his snarl. “This is…incredible. Thank

you.”

“Thanks.” Liam gives me a grin, flashing his dimple. “I wanted to carve
Andarna first, but I’m not around her as much, you know?”

“She’s pretty private.” We break off from the crowd headed to the fourth
floor, and I stash the dragon in my bag, then reach out and give him a hug.