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 face, bringing her back to reality, she

gazing AGAIN, you want to see my

back to him and started removing her t-shirt first, “And I’m not getting naked, I’m wearing underwear, turn around.”

and turned around

his face, curled around his cheekbones, his eyes blazing hot, looking more of a crimson red than orange, as he swam

so she slipped the t-shirt back on, she hadn’t thought

at looking at her legs. She touched the water with her barefoot,

warmer it felt. She swam closer to Kalbreal, who was now in the centre of the Saltril lake,

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

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,

but the water

oxygen, freeing her lungs, as she broke free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up into her lungs, her

fast as she could to the shore of the lake. Her hair

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

since you’ll probably never get your name back.”

definite, but parts of Clare refused

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