Page 414 - Fourth Wing

“So much for blasting the whole place,” Ridoc says.

“You’re an air wielder, right?” Dain asks Emery. “So you can shape your
dragon’s flames, lead them through the occupied parts of the keep without

killing civilians.”

“Yes,” Emery answers. “But I’d have to be in the keep.”
“Then you’ll have to get into the keep,” Mira says with a shrug.

Emery’s eyes widen. “You want me to leave my dragon and go on foot?”

“Why do you think we get all that hand-to-hand training? Or are you
going to leave all those innocent people to die?” Mira flicks her wrist and

Emery’s dragon goes flying out of his hand and into hers. She puts it in the

center of the keep. “The real question is, how do we get you close enough
without getting you killed?” She glances around the table. “Since I’m

guessing the others will be busy fighting off the gryphons that launch once
the fireworks start.”

“What’s your signet, Aetos?” Quinn asks.

“Above your pay grade,” Dain answers, glancing around the table and
skipping over Xaden, then making the rounds again, finally sighing. “Any

ideas?”
Is the quadrant really making Dain keep the memory reading secret? Had

him reaching for my head the day Amber burned been a loss of control?

How has he gotten this far without telling anyone what his signet is? I shake
my head.

“Sure.” I pick up Xaden’s dragon and shove it toward the keep, planting

one mental foot in the Archives where I keep my power and using it to lift
the dragon figurine into a hover above the structure. “You stop ignoring that

you have an incredibly powerful shadow wielder at your disposal and ask

him to black out the area so no one sees you land.”
“She’s not wrong,” Mira agrees, but her words are clipped.

“You can do that?” Dain begrudgingly looks at Xaden.
“Are you seriously asking?” Xaden retorts.