“I really don’t feel like being in the same room with you right now.” I tried to sidestep him, but he whipped out his wings until the bronze tips grazed both walls of the gallery. Yes, it was on the small side, but his wings were on the ridiculously enormous side. I stopped an inch from the fence of feathers. “Pull them back or I will plow straight through them.” He didn’t remove them from my path. I glared at him. “I’m serious, Seraph. Tuck them in. Now.” “I can’t.” “You can’t?” I spun on him and hissed, “Why? Are they cramping?” “No.” “Then why can’t you fold them up or magick them away?”
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