No smoke leaked out of Asher, but the veins in his hands and along his neck were distended. I blinked at him, then at his wings, then back at him. “Why? Why would you wing me?” He shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Because I’ve lost my angels-damn mind.” He spoke so quietly that I barely caught his words over the thumping in my chest. When his lids reeled back up, his irises, usually so vivid and clear, were full of thunder. “Because I’m a selfish man, who has so little to offer, yet wants everything in return.”
