All those old torments had come flooding back into him just several dawns past. He remembered that almost unrestrained need to rut. But it all paled and faded away when he sawher.
She had no wings. She will need my favor to fly.Or Quist’s, but Galan couldn’t imagine his brother stopping his quest for revenge long enough to open the female’s legs.
His breath grew shallow, thinking about what he would find between them.
Galan spun his bow until it sat diagonally across his chest. The feathers that had fallen and plastered over the damp tile lifted by his will and flew into his quiver, creating a fresh arsenal of arrows.
With his weapon restocked, he surged forward into a sprint and jumped clear off the side of the now-empty city and into the air. His wings caught a ray of second hand sunlight. It was enough to keep him airborne.
Sundamar was nowhere to be seen. His eyes narrowed across the land below which was growing hazy from the incoming storm. The scent that hurt his head weakened by the second.
Galan made his choice before he could dwell on it. He only hoped that it was the right one and that, like he always had, it would stop his older brother from doing something he would regret. Something they both would regret.
Later, he would discover what was between the raven-haired girl’s legs, but for now... for now he would investigate the putrid stench.
Chapter Five
YAHIRO
She woke up like any sane person would who found themselves stranded on an alien planet that wanted to kill them woke—with a panic attack. A scream tore out of her throat. She fought the hands holding her, knowing it was the alien she’d met the night before, but it took a long time for her mind to catch up.
She screamed again as she fought her way out of a cocoon of strong arms and feathers. A winged alien, at that!
The hands that held her tightened before letting go as she scrambled away, terror and stress clogging her mind.
“Yahiro?” The familiar voice did little to soothe her as she reached for the gun that was not there, her body refusing to give up its past life.When I was a better person.Tears streamed down her face while panic rose like bile to suffocate her.
She looked up sharply when the edges of two wings caressed the sides of her body.
A man stood slowly, his hands outstretched to his sides. She remembered him, and the strange way he said her name, but she barely recognized him.
He looked far different in the morning light.
She doubled over, chest tight, trying to find a breath that wasn’t there. She was picked up before she had a chance to fall in on herself as though she were nothing more than a disgusting vibrant orange puddle on the ground.
The ground. Stay grounded, stay grounded, stay grounded.
