Page 368 - Fourth Wing

we earn.” Only challenges or weapons qualifications are acceptable. There’s

a crossbow I have my eye on that I’m not quite expert at yet.
“Exactly.” He smiles for a flash of a second before moving with a speed

I’ve never dreamed possible. He’s even faster than Imogen as he sweeps my

feet from under me with one strike, taking me to the mat in a single move.
The ease with which he has me on my back is simultaneously appalling

and…ridiculously hot, especially with the weight of his hips settled

between my thighs. It takes all my willpower not to reach up and brush the
stray lock of hair from his forehead. It was a mistake.

Well, if that memory doesn’t cool me right off.

“And what point are you making with this little move?” I ask, well aware
that he’s done it all without knocking the wind out of me.

“There are a dozen of these daggers strapped to my body, so start
disarming me.” He lifts a sardonic brow. “Unless you don’t know how to

handle an opponent on top of you, and if so, that’s a whole other issue.”

“I know how to handle you on top of me,” I challenge quietly.
He lowers his mouth to my ear. “You won’t like what happens if you push

me.”
“Or maybe I will.” I turn just enough that my lips brush the shell of his

ear.

He jerks up, and the heat in his gaze makes me all too aware of
everywhere our bodies connect. “Disarm me before I test that theory in

front of everyone in this gym.”

“Interesting. I didn’t take you for an exhibitionist.”
“Keep pushing, and I guess you’ll find out.” His gaze drops to my mouth.

“I thought you said kissing me was a mistake.” I don’t care if the entire

quadrant is watching if that means he’ll kiss me again.
“It was.” He smirks. “I’m just teaching you that blades aren’t the only

way to disarm an opponent. Tell me, Violence, are you disarmed?”
Arrogant ass.