Rokke let out a cry that sent Dusk jolting upright. What was wrong? Had she seen something? But no. That cry sounded vaguely triumphant, and she had her head tipped back, wings outstretched. She cut off after a second, noticing the two of them watching, then shrank and became a bundle of embarrassed, puffed-out feathers. “That was wonderful,” Dusk said. “Thank you.”
