His grip tightened on his water bottle and his neck muscles bunched up. “Well, hello right back at ya,” Brittany said, straightening in her seat and pushing out her chest. Not that there was much to see because she was so dang thin. “Where’d you come from, gorgeous?” Good question. Raze shouldn’t be here. At my school. In the cafeteria with my friends. It was beyond weird. Except he was, and I couldn’t just pretend Raze wasn’t there. When I turned to glance up at his handsome face, my skin flushed. He wore a long black duster over a white V-neck shirt with ratty jeans and scuffed combat boots. No sign of his wings. Raze must’ve been using a glamour spell to conceal them under his long coat. Raze grinned at Brittany, then gazed down at me. “The last time we hung out you were ill, Shiloh. It seems you’re much, much better now. And looking all light and vivacious.” My heart stopped beating. This wasn’t happening. I hadn’t found the right time to tell Trent about being cured of the Darkness yet.
