“I only have two and a half months left, sweetie, and a whole bunch of feathers to earn. Trying isn’t even an option anymore.” The other children hissed as though realizing they were in the presence of a future nephilim. Naya’s skin tone competed with the acres of stone surrounding us. “Pick a Triple.” I cocked my head to the side. “You know about Triples?” “I know they’re not all monsters.”
