All at once I’m scooped out of the air and into Des’s arms. “I’ve got you,” he says. No sooner does he speak than Galleghar appears at the Bargainer’s back, his hands braced against Des’s wings. He jerks sharply on them, and I hear the snapping of bones. He broke my mate’s wings! Des roars in agony and anger, those massive wings folding at an unnatural angle. And his father, his damnable father, laughs before disappearing just as quickly as he appeared.
