Celestial (Angels of Elysium, #2)

by Olivia Wildenstein

Naya spun around, wing bones poking out from her black tank top. My gaze ran along the curved bones, hunting for colorful down. It took me two lengthy sweeps to catch the small tufts growing at the top of each bone. Naya peered over her shoulder. “So? What color are they?” My eyes met Asher’s and then Mira’s before finally settling back on Naya’s. Her smile wavered. “What is it?” She gathered her wild hair and pushed it off her shoulder. When her eyes finally alighted on the new downy growths, she sucked in an audible breath, and her gaze jerked to her father. In shock. In question. In distress. We’d never told Naya about her origin, and mind-bogglingly enough, the ophanim had all kept silent, but how much longer could we keep it a secret now that it had stained her feathers? I supposed that until Adam’s appendages appeared, my theory was pure speculation, but if his feathers too were black . . .