“What do I say when people ask me why they’re black?” “You send them my way.” “I’m serious, Apa.” “You tell them, Starlight, that your wings are black because your father made you this way.” She squeezed a smile onto her lips. “Is this going to be a thing, now? You calling me starlight instead of sweet doll?” “Yes. It’s going to be a thing. I hope you like it.” “How do you say it in Angelic?” “Kalkohav.” She wrinkled her nose. “I like it better in English.” “English it will be then, my darling girl. My starlight.”
