“An incubus,” Mikhail whispered against Severn’s lips. “One of their fiercest warriors. He’s dead. I have his wings on my wall.” Severn’s intake of breath sounded too much like a hiss. He turned his head away and clenched his teeth against a sudden rush of nausea. “She’s one of a rumored thirty siblings. Most are dead, Konstantin apparently among them. She’s his sister.” He almost spat the words and suddenly needed distance from the angel beside him before he said something too close to the truth. He’d known Mikhail had his wings, or he’d suspected. But to hear him say it ripped open old
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