Page 594 - Fourth Wing

Tairn’s roar startles me, and I twitch, which only intensifies the already

indescribable torture racking my body now.
“What was that?” Garrick asks from somewhere to the left.

“He basically said that he’ll cook me alive if I fail,” Xaden replies,

holding me closer. I guess that part of the bond is still in place. My cheek
falls against his shoulder, and I swear I feel him brush a kiss over my

forehead, but that can’t be right.

You don’t keep secrets from someone you care about, let alone secrets
that are going to cost me my life any second if the stuttering beat of my

heart is any indication.

It’s struggling to pump the liquid fire that’s cauterizing my veins.
Gods, I wish he’d just let me die.

I deserve it. I’m the reason Liam is dead. I’m so weak-minded that I
didn’t even realize Dain took my memories and used them against me—

against Liam.

“You have to fight, Vi,” Xaden whispers against my forehead as we
move. “You can hate me all you want when you wake up. You can scream,

hit, throw your fucking daggers at me for all I care, but you have to live.
You can’t make me fall for you and then die. None of this is worth it

without you.” He sounds so sincere that I almost believe him.

Which is exactly what got me into this situation in the first place.
“Xaden?” a familiar voice calls out, but I can’t place it. Bodhi, maybe?

One of the second years? So many strangers. And no friends.

Liam is dead.
“You have to save her.”