Page 395 - Fourth Wing

Xaden is leaning against the wall near the other wingleaders, watching

me with a pulse-quickening mix of curiosity and expectation.
“It was your idea,” Imogen whispers, nudging me forward. “Present.”

Markham’s eyes flare wide as saucers as he forces himself to stand,

followed quickly by Devera, whose mouth hangs so wide, it’s almost
comical.

I clear my throat and gesture to the map. “We have brought the ultimate

weapon for our enemies. An up-to-date map of all current outposts of
Navarrian wings, to include troop strength of infantry battlements.” I point

to the forts along the Cygnisen border. “As well as the locations of all

current skirmishes in the last thirty days. Including last night.”
A murmur rips through the quadrant.

“And how do we know this map is, in fact, current?” Kaori asks, holding
his reclaimed journal under one arm.

There’s no stopping the smile that spreads across my face. “Because we

stole it from General Sorrengail’s office.”
Absolute mayhem breaks out, some of the riders rushing the stage as

professors battle their way toward us, but I ignore it all as Xaden tilts one
corner of that beautiful mouth and tips an imaginary hat to me, bowing his

head for a heartbeat before bringing his gaze back to hold mine. Satisfaction

fills every ounce of my being as I smile up at him.
It doesn’t matter how the vote comes down.

I’ve already won.