"Why do the men always have the honor to fight in war when women have the power to bring the army down to there knees"
A ruthless man is nothing but a man
A ruthless woman is everything a man wishes he could be.
What happens if the rebellion didn't...
**Guys Is it just me? I read 4 chapters of Onyx storm and I was so confused!! Did Imorgan wipe my memories or did I not read the first to books? It's so bad I am now reading fourth wing and iron flame again. What the Heck!!!!!!! Alright sorry for the rant but you guys get me!!! back to the scheduled program and by the way your welcome
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"I scared you," Xaden says, his voice low and tinged with amusement as he steps closer, the smirk on his lips barely concealing the hint of concern behind his eyes.
I take a breath, still catching my pulse as it races from the sudden shock. "Yeah, but I should've known better. Where there are shadows, there's you," I reply, shaking my head with a hint of a smile, resuming my walk toward the outside door.
His footsteps follow closely behind. "It's past curfew. Where are you going?" His voice has a teasing edge, but I can hear the underlying note of protectiveness.
I stop and turn back to face him, raising an eyebrow. "Good thing I have my wingleader with me," I tease, challenging him with my gaze.
"Nora," he warns, his tone turning serious, but there's a soft edge to it. His expression remains unreadable as he takes a step closer.
"I can't help it, Xaden," I admit, my words tumbling out in a rush. "There's this pull. It's like I'm being called somewhere, and I have to go outside. I don't know what it is, but I can't ignore it."
He studies me for a long beat, as if trying to understand the weight in my voice. Then, without hesitation, he nods and steps toward me, not saying anything more. With a quiet gesture, he holds the door open for me, his presence hovering just behind me as I step through. I feel the faintest flicker of warmth in his silence, but it's enough to steady my nerves as I walk into the night air.
The cold hits me like a slap—sharp, biting, and immediate. I hadn't prepared for the chill of the night, the thin fabric of my tank top doing little to protect me from the wind's sharp fingers. I shiver involuntarily, my breath catching in the icy air.
Before I can even process it, Xaden moves to stand beside me. Without a word, he shrugs off his riding jacket and drapes it over my shoulders. The weight of it is heavy and comforting, and the warmth that quickly spreads through me is a welcome contrast to the cold. I pull it closer, feeling the soft leather and the faint scent of him lingering on the fabric.
I glanced down at the jacket, the embroidered three golden stars on the chest catching my eye, the word Riorsen stitched underneath them. My fingers trace the edges of the stars absentmindedly. I can't suppress the soft laugh that escapes me.
"Well, this is a first," I say, glancing up at him. "Should I be worried that you're letting me wear your name?"
Xaden looks down at me, the smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "I like you with my last name," he says, his voice teasing but oddly gentle.
