“Fifteen,” I agreed. “If I’m not out in fifteen minutes, something’s wrong.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. Almost a smile.
“Then. I come in.”
“Then you come in. But only then. Only if there’s no other choice.”
Silence. Moonlight on the floor. The cloak a dark pool of feathers at our feet.
“I was trying to find a way to do this alone,” I said quietly. “I didn’t want to ask you to risk yourself. Not for this. Not for me.”
He was still for a long moment. Then he stepped closer, pulling me against his chest. His wings came up and around us, feathers settling like a blanket.
“Never. Alone.” His voice was rough against my hair. “Not anymore.”
I pressed my face into his shoulder. Let myself lean into him. Let myself, for just a moment, stop worrying.
“Tomorrow night,” I said. “Tomorrow night.”
His arm tightened around me. His voice came out barely louder than a breath.
“We get. Our sister.”
I didn’t correct him.
