Page 454 - Fourth Wing
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It’s not the same for you. You wanted a quiet life full of books and facts.
You wanted to record the battles, not be in them. There is nothing wrong
with you. You get to be angry that you killed a man today. You get to be
angry that man tried to kill your friend. You get to feel however you want
within these walls.”
He’s close enough now that I can feel his body heat through the thin
cotton of my dressing gown.
“But not outside them.” It’s not a question.
“We’re riders,” he says, as if that’s explanation enough. He takes hold of
my hands and brings them to his chest. “So do whatever you need to get it
out. You want to yell? Yell at me. You want to hit something? Hit me. I can
take it.”
Hitting him is the last thing I want to do, and suddenly, I’m done fighting
it.
“Come on,” he whispers. “Show me what you’ve got.”
I surge up on my toes and kiss him.
