Page 349 - Fourth Wing

“Really, I love it. Thank you.” The hallway is crowded but clears as we

walk farther down, nearing Professor Carr’s room.
“You’re welcome.” He turns to Rhiannon. “I’m starting Feirge next.”

Rhiannon jokes with Liam that she hopes he captures her full badassery,

but I lose the rest of the conversation as I glance toward the floor-to-ceiling
window before the entrance to the Battle Brief tower and my breath catches.

Xaden is standing with the other wingleaders, locked in what looks to be

a tense discussion, his arms folded across his chest. It took the commandant
all of five minutes to appoint Lamani Zohar as wingleader for Third Wing

after Amber was executed, but since she was already executive officer, it

made the most sense.
I’ll never get over how quickly people move on around here, how

callously death is swept under a rug and trampled on minutes later.
Gods, Xaden looks good today, his brow slightly furrowed as he listens

intently to something Lamani says, then nods. Hard to believe I had that

mouth on mine last night, those arms wrapped around me. Forget second
thoughts. I just want more.

As if he feels me staring, Xaden lifts his head, his gaze colliding with
mine across the space with the same effect as a touch. My pulse skitters and

my lips part.

“We’re going to be late,” Rhi reminds me, glancing back over her
shoulder.

Xaden looks behind me, and his mouth tenses.

“Vi, can we talk?” Dain asks, a little out of breath, like he’s run to catch
up to me.

“Now?” I rip my gaze from Xaden’s and turn to face the person I thought

was my best friend.
Dain grimaces, rubbing a hand behind his neck, and nods. “I tried to

catch you after formation, but you disappeared pretty quickly, and after
what happened last night, I figure now is better than later.”