“It’s rude to stare, you know.” Layala cleared her throat and stepped around him and found what she was after. Along his back on either side of his spine a pair of black feathered wings marked the length from his shoulders to the base of his hips. “Wings,” she whispered and couldn’t stop herself from running her fingertips over the marks. Goosebumps rose under her touch, and she smiled. Then, she shoved him hard in the back and sent him stumbling off the cliff.
