Page 486 - Fourth Wing

Sparring… I clasp my pen a little too hard as I remember the way Imogen

looked at Xaden that night. Shit. That would make sense. She carries a
rebellion relic, and definitely isn’t the daughter of the woman who killed his

father, so she has that going for her, too. “Is it Imogen?”

I’m going to be sick.
“For fuck’s sake, Violence.”

“Is it? I know we said we weren’t going there again, but—” I’m kicking

myself for telling him I wanted more now, and for the fact that I should be
paying attention instead of fighting with Xaden. “At least tell me.”

“Sorrengail,” Xaden snaps.

I freeze, feeling the weight of every gaze on me.
“Yes, Riorson?” Devera prompts.

He clears his throat. “If reinforcements were unavailable, I would have
asked for Mira Sorrengail to temporarily transfer. The wards are strong at

Montserrat, and with her signet, she could reinforce the weaknesses until

other riders could arrive to strengthen those wards.”
“Good idea.” Devera nods. “And what riders are the most logical choice

to help rebuild the wards in this particular mountain pass?”
“Third-years,” I answer.

“Go on.” Devera tilts her head at me.

“Third-years are taught to build wards, and at this point in the year,
they’re leaving anyway.” I shrug. “May as well send them early so they can

be of use.”

“Point fucking made.”
I slam my shield down and block him out.

“That’s a logical choice,” Devera says. “And that’s all we have for today.

Don’t forget that you should be preparing for the last exercise of War
Games before graduation. Also we expect each and every one of you in the

courtyard in front of Basgiath tonight at nine for fireworks to celebrate
Reunification Day. Dress uniforms only.” She lifts her brows at Ridoc.