“Who are you?” The man I saw vehemently talking to Elhyor earlier is almost stuttering his question, and I find it almost comical that he didn’t even know who to look for when he asked that I was handed over to him. I open my arms, and my wings behind me, to show exactly who I am. “I’m your worst nightmare, and you asked for me,” I say in a voice that drips with smugness. I know I shouldn’t. These clothes can only do so much. They’re bulletproof, sure, but some of the men have firelances, and I sure as hell won’t try to test if the clothes are fire repellent, too. “You?” the man asks in a
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