“Ah. Daniel has arrived. We may proceed to the removal of your channel key. Your hands please, Asher.” As he uncurled his arm from around my waist, a black-skinned man wearing a golden circlet and a matching tunic bound by overlapping straps of black leather over black leather pants landed beside Seraph Claire. Like Leigh, the man possessed the rarest type of wings, entirely metallic—a pure verity. Unlike Leigh’s, his were golden.
