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.”

lover. What’s wrong with me, she cursed her brain, cursed her skin, as it tingled with the urge to be touched by him. So lost in her mind, not hearing as Kalbreal spoke, his voice

splashed on her face, bringing her back to reality, she screeched, “What the

want to see my wings

her t-shirt first,

halted in her quest, and turned around to face

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, “Hurry

her back, she didn’t particularly trust him that much, so she slipped the t-shirt back on, she hadn’t thought of why she hid the barely-there mark on her back

She touched the water with her barefoot, expecting, well she didn’t really know what she expected but the water of the lake was warm under her feet and

the centre of the Saltril lake,

the water touched the inside of her mouth, it was clear and sweet, she was 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

heat from his body made the water hotter, 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

the water got too hot in the instant and she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, she signalled him, that she was going back to

broke free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked

lake. Her hair barely covered her black panty as she ran out of the

she slipped on her jeans,

probably never get your

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

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