Page 501 - Fourth Wing

Hope is a stronger buzz than anything they were serving at the party.

“She wasn’t looking at you?”
“No. Rethink what you just said but take me out of the equation.” He lifts

his brows, waiting for me to come to the right conclusion.

“But on the sparring mat…” My eyes widen. “She has a thing for
Garrick.”

“Catching on fast, aren’t you?”

“I am. Are you done pushing me away?”
He draws back, searching my eyes in the moonlight before glancing over

my shoulder. “You done putting yourself in harm’s way to get your point

across?”
“Probably not.”

He sighs. “There’s only you, Violence. Is that what you needed to hear?”
I nod.

“Even when I’m not with you, there’s only you. Next time, just ask.

You’ve never had a problem being bluntly honest with me.” Wind blows
around us, but he’s as immovable as the parapet itself. “As I remember,

you’ve even thrown daggers at my head, which I greatly prefer over
watching you get tangled up in your thoughts. If we’re going to do this,

then we have to trust each other.”

“And you want to do this?” I hold my breath.
He sighs, long and hard, then admits, “Yes.” His hand slides up, and he

caresses my cheek with his thumb. “I can’t make you any promises,

Violence. But I’m tired of fighting it.”
“Yes.” One word has never meant so much to me. Then I blink,

remembering his previous comment about jealousy. “What do you mean

you know the feeling of jealousy well?”
His hands tighten on my waist, and he looks away.

“Oh no, if I have to trust you and tell you what I’m thinking, then I
expect the same from you.” I’m not going to be the only vulnerable one out