Page 565 - Fourth Wing

steps into the dead zone, her dragon reaching for her as they both buckle

and fall, Fuil throwing up a cloud of dirt with her heavy impact.
They desiccate in a matter of seconds, their bodies shriveling. A vise

clamps around my chest, and for a second, I can’t breathe. The venin has

even more power now.
“Tell Deigh!” I look back over my shoulder to see Liam sprinting for

Deigh. He needs time.

“Already done.” Tairn rolls left as a fireball churns up at us, the first of a
volley that causes us to retreat across the road.

“We lost Soleil,” I tell Xaden.

The only acknowledgment is a wave of sorrow, and I know it’s his.
The gryphons take flight, their riders wielding what looks to be lesser

magic at the venin as two wyvern approach, both riderless.
“Tell them to change tactics. They don’t stand a chance if they can’t get

close to that venin,” I tell Tairn.

The gryphons change course, and I loose my power again, hitting closer
to the venin. She glares up at me, then turns at the sound of flapping wings.

Garrick and the other marked third-years are coming. She’s outnumbered,
and damn, I hope she knows it.

The gryphons team up, tearing into one of the approaching wyvern as

Liam mounts and Deigh launches, escaping the spreading ring of death, but
the other wyvern dips low, heading for the venin.

Right on course to pass by the outbuilding.

“You said that building has unstable material in it, right?” I ask.
“Yes.”

I can’t be sure I’ll hit it, but—

“Excellent idea.”
Tairn puts us into position, hovering about twenty feet aboveground as

Liam flies for the gryphons above us, wielding spears of ice into the injured
wyvern’s throat. Blood streams as the wyvern falls from the sky with an