Page 587 - Fourth Wing

command the sky to surrender all its power, but I’m going to need every

ounce of yours to do it.” I unleash my signet and strike once, missing the
wyvern, then again, missing once more.

They’re almost on us as I strike again and again, pushing myself to the

limit as Xaden smothers the blue flames before they have a chance to burn
me alive.

I can’t aim. I’m not ready. Maybe if I had another year or two to practice,

but not now. “I need more, Tairn!”
“You will burn out, Silver One!” he growls, dodging a flame Xaden

misses. “You already walk the edge.”

My arms shake as I lift them again. “This is the only way I can save them.
I can save Sgaeyl. You just have to decide to live, Tairn. Even if I don’t.”

“I will not watch another rider die because they do not know their own
limitations. One more strike could be your last. I feel your waning

strength.”

“I know exactly what I’m capable of,” I promise as energy fills my body
once again, and my heart jolts, struggling to find the right rhythm. Hot. I’m

so damned hot, I feel like I could burst into flame myself. I’ve taken too
much power. “I’m not Naolin.”

Fear threatens to consume me as the venin rides at us, close enough that I

can see his snarling mouth, but it’s not my terror. It’s Tairn’s.
“Let me help!” Andarna shouts, and my heart swells even as it stutters

from the energy flowing through my veins. I don’t have time to look to see

where she is—I only hope she’s still in the outpost.
“Only what I need,” I say to her.

I swallow hard, my good hand clutching the blood-tipped dagger as we

fly toward the wall of wyvern. I reach for her golden power, and it spreads
down my spine and explodes through me, time pausing around us.

Tairn flares his wing, bringing us to a hover as the wyvern move toward
us inch by precious inch, fighting against Andarna’s magic with their own.