“You’re just full of surprises. You also have a few new feathers,” he adds, tilting his head. I snap a look over my shoulder and then groan. “White? Now I have white feathers sprouting up, too? What the hell?” I shriek. “My wings look like the freaking flag of Yemen! Like a bleeding skunk! Like a—” “Chocolate.” I screw my face up. “No, not like chocolate. Like—” Before I can finish, Sylred is there, popping a truffle into my mouth.
