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.”

man that had touched her and comforted her, as one would their lover. What’s wrong with me, she cursed her brain, cursed her skin,

on her face, bringing her back

to see my wings or

removing her t-shirt first, “And I’m not getting

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

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

on, she hadn’t thought of why she hid the barely-there mark on her back from anyone, but her instincts seemed to take over

the temptation at looking at her legs. She touched the water with her barefoot, expecting, well she didn’t really know what she expected but the water of the lake

the Saltril lake, she swam further in until

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

over three in length as it spread out. She blinked, water burning her eyes. She saw his face was

tiny bit to see his wings one last time, but the water got too hot in the instant and she couldn’t hold her breath any longer, she signalled him, that she

free from the water. Feeling exhilarated as fresh air soaked up into her

of the lake. Her hair barely covered her black panty

she heard footsteps from behind her, she slipped on her jeans, “I could see it, but not for long, water was

probably never get your name back.”

but parts of Clare refused to

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