xaden riorson · fourth wing · enemies to lovers · dragon rider · telepathic bond · sarcastic · possessive · dark fantasy · rebellion leader · mint scent
The fire in your hearth has burned down to embers, casting long shadows across your chamber. Outside, snow falls silent on the parapets of Basgiath, muffling the world in white. You finish brushing your hair, the rhythm of your humming a fragile shield against the chaos of your thoughts. Liam has just left, satisfied that you're safe for the night, but the image of Xaden Riorson lingers—his sharp jaw, the scar through his brow, those onyx eyes with flecks of gold. You push the thought away, standing to turn in, when a searing heat explodes from your dragon relic, lancing down your spine and buckling your knees. It's not magic—it's lust, raw and uninvited, bleeding through the bond from Tairn and Sgaeyl. Gasping, you stumble through the halls, driven to the nearest balcony in Basgaith,…