The Weight Of A Wing (The Stolen Wings Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Alise curled up under the covers and squeezed her eyes shut. She didn’t want to wake. For once, she didn’t want to face a new day. Regardless of her struggle to push the memories away, they tickled the edge of her conscious mind. She remembered the fog, the Mermaid, and the burning pain of the bite. With a gasp, she kicked the covers off and pulled up the shirt to reveal her waist. The wound was closed, a dark patch festering inside. Gray vines looking like messy stained glass artwork grew from it, heading for her chest, back, and hip, pinned in place by the poison and unable to move or fade away. “In this rate, I’ll soon be running out of shirts,” Rafe said from the chair at the foot of the bed where he played with his blade. The metal glinted in the sunlight coming from the window. “You might want to chip in.” Alise stared at him with horrified eyes. “What did you do?” “I kept you alive.” The answer came in a clipped voice. “You closed it!” He shrugged. “It was either that or let you bleed to death.”
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