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.”

What’s wrong with me, she cursed her brain, cursed

her back to reality, she screeched, “What

AGAIN, you want to see my wings

first, “And I’m not getting naked, I’m wearing underwear, turn

and turned around to

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,

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 of

to mind much really, he deliberately refrained himself from the temptation at looking at her legs. She touched the water with her barefoot, expecting, well she didn’t really know what she

to Kalbreal, who was now in the centre of the Saltril lake,

tempted to swallow, but rethought it. After seven anticipated seconds were up, she took in a lungful of air and swam down toward the lakes bed. Half down, she could see the sparks of fire, milky, blurry lava, she went further down, swimming deeper, holding her breath. Her eyes stayed open, not willing to lose a second of this, as excitement coursed through her, when she was less than ten feet away from

her lungs getting heavy, she focused on the brightness, and she saw it, his wings. They were expanded about two meters wide and a little over three in length as it spread out. She blinked, water burning her eyes. She saw his face was normal like he was breathing, his body flamed up in wrappings of fire, his

last time, but the water got too

lungs, as she broke free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up into her lungs, her breathing barely regulated when the water scorched her

Her hair

caught her breath, when she heard footsteps from behind her, she slipped on her jeans, “I could see it, but not for

since you’ll probably never get your name

said it so bluntly like it was definite, but parts of Clare refused to

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