The hot, humiliating sense of failure crashed down on me. Squeezing my eyes shut, tears spilled down my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I tried.” Cawing loudly, the crow on my arm jabbed her mate again with her beak. “Holy shit,” Graeme breathed, damn near breaking my arm by squeezing it so tight. My eyes flew open. Blinking away the tears, I watched both of the male’s feet stretch and curl, like he was waking up from a heavy slumber. The thumping exploded inside my head, turning to a steady drumming and picking up speed. I turned the bird over onto his feet, still cradling him. Light shone in his black
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