Page 405 - Fourth Wing

I want to. And yet in other ways, he’s the person I trust most.

“I hope you know what you’re doing there.” Her grip tightens on her
mug. “Because I distinctly remember warning you to steer clear of that

traitor’s son.”

My stomach turns at Mira’s description of Xaden. “Tairn clearly didn’t
heed the warning.”

She snorts.

“But really, if Xaden hadn’t shown up that night, or if I hadn’t been
sleeping in the armor…” I pause and lean forward to touch her hand. “I

can’t even begin to tell you how many times you’ve saved my life without

even being there.”
Mira smiles. “Glad it worked. I swear it took an entire molting season to

collect all those scales.”
“Have you thought of telling Mom about it? Getting them made for all

riders?”

“I told my leadership.” She leans back and takes another drink. “They
said they’re looking into it.”

We watch Rhiannon kiss her nephew’s perfect chubby cheeks. “I’ve
never seen a family this happy,” I admit. “Even when Brennan and Dad

were alive, we weren’t like…that.”

“No, we weren’t.” A sad smile curves her mouth as she looks at me. “But
I can remember plenty of nights we spent curled around the fire with Dad

and that book you love.”

“Ah yes, the book you made me leave in my old bedroom.” I arch a brow.
“You mean the book I snagged just in case Mom got a wild hair and

decided to clean out your things while you were in the quadrant?” Her smile

morphs into a grin. “I have it at Montserrat. Figured you’d be pissed if you
graduated and it was gone. I mean, whatever would you do if you forgot a

minute detail of how the gallant riders took out the army of wyvern and the
venin who sucked the land dry of magic?”