My heart in my throat, I ran to the window, thrust my head through the open frame, and— —nearly toppled backwards as a streak of tan and black soared up from below with enough force to send my hair whipping around my face. Raihn’s wings were spread, looking as if they were made of the night itself, a million variations of purple and red and black and rust. Almost pretty enough to distract from the sheer fury on his face. “You,” he breathed, “are being a shit about trusting me, and yet you’ve been hiding that?”
