Page 586 - Fourth Wing

“If you’ve ever trusted me, Xaden, I need you to do it now,” I use his

earlier words, barely breathing through the searing pain in my side. He’ll
lose himself to burnout if he doesn’t trust me.

“Fuck!” In a blink, the wall of shadow falls, and the wyvern fly toward

us with terrifying speed. If I can’t do this, no one will survive. There are too
many of them.

“Spot the more powerful rider, Tairn.” It’s the best bet. The only bet.

We’re a minute away from a collision.
“Once I’ve taken the rider out, that only leaves one, Xaden. Just kill that

one and the rest of the wyvern will fall.”

“I’m coming.”
But I’ll get there first. Tairn is faster than Sgaeyl. “You saved us by

holding them back this long.”
When he starts to respond, I slam my shield down, blocking him out to

concentrate.

Tairn’s head swivels left and right, searching, and I break apart the last of
my Archives walls, keeping one foot firmly on that marble floor.

“There,” Tairn says, his head turned to the right. “That one.”
At the corner of the flying horde is a seated venin, crimson veins

streaking his temples and traveling down his cheeks.

“You’re sure?” I ask.
“Positive.”

Blue fire erupts from the horde, and I barely draw breath before a torrent

of shadows rises from the edges of the valley, snuffing out the flame.
Power ripples in my bones, vibrating my very being with the amount of

energy I’m forcing my body to contain.

“Tell me your plan isn’t to try and jump on the wyvern’s back?” Tairn
asks as my breath hitches. Just a few more seconds and we’ll be close

enough.
“I don’t have to,” I tell him. “Didn’t you hear what the venin said? I can