Leigh was there, peach hair blowing around her oval face, green eyes lambent with happiness, platinum wings shimmering as though encrusted with diamonds. How can you smile after what our people did to you? What they did? What did they do, Celeste? They let you die. They burned your wings. My wings are right here, honey. And they were, but that wasn’t right. Leigh had lost her wings. Seraph Asher had reduced them to ash. Hadn’t he? Suddenly, her wings burst into flames, melting like wax around her bare feet. She didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. Didn’t move. Just stayed still and stoically accepted
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