Page 439 - Fourth Wing

inch of my body, and even my eyes feel like they’re on fire. Oh fuck, my

signet is going to backlash against me during the games.
“Ground now!” Tairn roars.

I slam my eyes shut, throwing both mental feet onto the marble floor of

the Archives and throwing up the walls around me, only leaving entrances
for Tairn’s torrent of power, Andarna, and access to Xaden, and I

immediately feel more in control.

When I open my eyes, we’re ascending, Tairn’s wings beating with so
much force that I slide back in the saddle with every push.

He’s left the ice-wielding First Wing cadet in a dive behind us, and I

cringe as the dragon barely controls the descent, banking in the opposite
direction we’re headed.

“That’s where they’re guarding the egg.” It has to be, considering another
three dragons have taken the place of the others at the edge of the cliff,

ready to launch.

“Agreed. Hold tight.” Tairn barely has a second to shout before a dragon
flies out of the valley to the right and blasts a stream of fire at us.

“Tairn!” I scream, watching in horror as the flames barrel toward us.
Tairn banks, taking the blast straight to his belly, shielding me from all

but the sizzling heat that blazes by.

What the actual fuck?
“Andarna?” If something happens to her because First Wing is out for

blood…

“Fireproof, remember?”
I let out a shaky breath. One worry down, but the other dragon is on our

heels, opening its mouth and curling its tongue.

Tairn jerks and his tail swings, catching the offending dragon in the side,
just below its wing. The other dragon roars, falling sideways, losing altitude

at an alarming rate.
But I don’t focus on the descent. Instead, I use the time to scan the