Page 435 - Fourth Wing

Xaden’s expression remains bland, bored even, but his eyes heat as his gaze

drops to my mouth.
“And you say this now, where people will see if you actually do.” My

breath catches.

“When did I ever give you the impression that I give a fuck what people
think about me?” A corner of his mouth rises, and now it’s all I can

concentrate on, damn him. “I only care what they think about you.”

Because he’s a wingleader.
Nothing is worse than cadets gossiping that you’ve slept your way to

safety. That’s what Mira warned at Parapet.

“Mount up, Sorrengail. We have a battle to win.”
I rip my gaze from his and study the exquisite, intricate structure of the

saddle. “It’s beautiful. Thank you, Xaden.”
“You’re welcome.” He turns but leans into my space, and a shiver dances

down my spine when his lips brush my ear. “Consider my favor fulfilled.”

“Is that a saddle?”
I jump back from Xaden, but he doesn’t budge an inch as Dain interrupts,

holding a giant yellow flag on a four-foot pole, his eyes wide as he stares at
Tairn.

“No, it’s a collar,” Tairn snips, snapping his teeth together.

Dain backs up a few steps.
“Yes,” Xaden answers. “Have a problem with it?”

“No.” Dain looks at Xaden like he’s being unreasonable. “Why would I

have an issue with it? I’m fine with whatever keeps Violet safe, if you
haven’t noticed.”

“Good.” Xaden nods once and turns toward me. “Bet it would be even

more awkward if I kissed you now, huh?”
Yes, please.

“The next time we kiss had better not be just to piss off Dain.” The next
time had better only be because we want it.