Kalbreal didn’t need to know that she was obsessing over William. She had many unanswered questions, to which Angel-boy seemed to have most of the answers, and so did her brother.

The wicked gleam and sudden broad smile that etched his face had her narrowing her eyes, “What’s the joke?”

“Do you still want to see my wings?”

She tilted her head, a grin playing on her mouth, “Will I die?”

“No, I can show it to you under the water, the lake’s blessed with healing properties, it’ll protect you as long as you stay emerged.”

“Okay.”

“Take out your clothes and get in the water and I’ll show you.”

She coughed out, “Angel-boy has seriously lost his mind.”

“Angel-boy? You couldn’t have chosen a better name, maybe hero or prince.”

She snorted, recalling a similar thing he said to her in his room the day before, “Prince, huh, that’ll be the day. ANGEL-BOY is much better.”

one would their lover. What’s wrong with me, she cursed her brain, cursed her skin, as it tingled with

her back to reality, she screeched,

you want to see my wings or

her back to him and started removing her t-shirt first, “And

quest, and turned around to face him, but he wasn’t

to his face, curled around his cheekbones, his eyes blazing hot, looking more of a crimson red than orange, as he swam closer to the shore, his voice deep,

and at the last minute she had remembered her back, she didn’t particularly trust him that much, so she slipped the t-shirt back on, she hadn’t thought

her barefoot, expecting, well she didn’t really know what she expected but the

deeper she got, the warmer it felt. She swam closer to Kalbreal, who was now in the centre of the Saltril lake, she swam further in until he stood opposite

the lakes bed. Half down, she could see the sparks of fire, milky, blurry lava, she went further down, swimming deeper, holding her

wings. They were expanded about two meters wide and a little over three in length as it spread out. She

the water got too hot in the instant and she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, she

from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up into her lungs, her breathing barely regulated

swam as fast as she could to the shore of the lake. Her hair barely covered her

breath, when she heard footsteps from behind her, she slipped on her jeans, “I could see it, but

since you’ll probably never get your

it was definite, but parts of Clare refused

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