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Not that I can see anything through the swirling wind and light, suddenly there’s a ginormous power boom that’s so strong it knocks through my ward and sends us all sprawling across the floor. My shoulder hits a piece of fallen debris, and I feel the sting of a cut, but ignore it as I jump up, searching the now still, debris-filled room for Neith.

“Oh my gods,” Reed exclaims.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Neith asks.

None of us answers. I don’t think we’re capable of doing so. I know I’m not, as I stare at her.

Neith has wings.

Huge, feathered wings. They don’t look like any that I have seen before though, but that’s not a surprise since she’s an angel and everyone believes them to be extinct.

The colors of them are amazing, they start off a deep burgundy color and then turn red, orange, yellow before blending into a bright gold on the tips, and each wing is edged in fiery copper.

“Wow,” River mutters.

“Guys, you’re really starting to freak me out now,” Neith starts, her eyes widen, “I’ve got dick on my forehead haven’t I? Only I would turn into a supernatural and get a fucking dick on my forehead.”

Coen chuckles, “You don’t have a dick on your forehead, Love.”

Neith

Ifrown, “Well thank fuck for that. I would be awful with dick, I’d be hard all the time, and fucking windmills, I want to try that shit.”

“I, what the fuck are you going on about Nene?” Van asks.

I shrug, and level him with a look, “I’m freaking out. Why are you staring at me?”

“You have wings, gorgeous,” Doc tells me gently.

My eyes widen. “Erm, what?”

“You’ve got big, beautiful wings,” Raiden adds excitedly as he starts to pick his way toward me.

His movement seems to trigger the others, and soon they’re all heading toward me with giant smiles on their faces.

“No freaking way!” I exclaim.

I mean I knew it was a possibility, my mother’s an angel and therefore had wings, but I hadn’t really fucking considered it. I was waiting until after the Choosing to come to terms with all of this shit.

I try to look over my shoulder at them, but only catch a glimpse. So I start turning trying to see them better.

“Whoa, careful Neith,” Griff says. “Those wings look damn sharp. I’d wager that you could use them as a weapon.”

“I can’t even freaking see them,” I huff as I continue to go around in a circle trying to see them.

I am aware that I look like a dog chasing its tail right now, but I have freaking wings.

Wings!

I want to see them!

“Careful, Neith, you’re going to get dizzy,” Ransom warns a moment too late because I’m suddenly staring up at the ceiling.

“Ow, wings hurt if you fall on them,” I groan, as I stare up at all of my men smiling down at me and looking far too amused. “Having wings is going to take some getting used to.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll help,” Raiden says, Reed and Griff nodding in agreement.

“Come on, let’s get you back on your feet,” Doc says as he holds his hands out to me, and I take them gratefully.