And she could feel them. Her wings spread out behind her, and when she moved them, she felt the air moving through her feathers.
“That is amazing.” Alex was in awe as he stared up at her wings, glistening like copper in the light through the garage window.
She smiled at him. “I did it.”
“You did. I knew you could.”
He grinned and walked over to her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he leaned in for a kiss, but just before their lips met, he stopped. He pulled his hand back, and his fingertips were red.
“You’re bleeding,” Alex said, and looked down at her with concern.
“Yeah, the wings bleed. And hurt.” She grimaced even though the pain had stopped. “I don’t know why because the rest of the transformation doesn’t.”
He wiped the blood off on his jeans and tentatively reached up to touch one of her wings. When he ran his fingers over the silky feathers, Gemma felt a shiver of pleasure run through her.
“Maybe Demeter thought the wings were too much of a blessing, so she added a little pain so you’d know they were really a curse,” Alex said as he admired her wings.
“Maybe.”
“So…” His arm was still around her waist, and he smiled down at her. “Do you wanna take these wings out for a spin?”
“I can’t exactly fly out from the garage.” Gemma put her arms around his neck and leaned against him. “Thea and Penn sometimes fly around town, but they’re better at entrancing people, so they forget they saw them. I’d rather not risk having to hypnotize any birdwatchers and sightseers, especially since Capri is overrun with tourists this week.”
“Okay,” Alex said with some reluctance. “But you owe me one flight, okay?”
“You really want me to take you out?” Gemma asked.
“Yeah. Not every part of this damned siren thing is terrible, so we might as well enjoy the good parts while we can.”
He put his other arm around her, pressing her to him. Her halter top had ridden up when she put her arms around his neck, and his hands felt warm and strong on the exposed flesh between her top and shorts.
Finally, Alex leaned down and kissed her. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to kiss him more deeply, but the wings put her off balance. Gemma started to fall forward, pushing Alex back, and instinctively, her wings began to flap, trying to steady her.
The garage was really too small for a wingspan of her length to be able to flap, and she only succeeded in knocking tools off the wall and tipping over a sawhorse. She moved, trying to get away from the more dangerous tools, and she only succeeded in tumbling forward. Alex landed on his back, and she fell on top of him.
“I never realized how hard it must be for Big Bird to make out,” Alex said, and Gemma began to laugh.
The garage door leading inside the house suddenly opened, and Brian leaned in, probably summoned by the noise from her knocking things down.
“What’s going on?” Brian demanded.
Gemma had been lying on top of Alex, so she scrambled to get up before her dad decided to go retrieve his shotgun again. Alex hurried to do the same, smoothing out his shirt as Brian glared down at them.
“I was just trying out my wings, and I fell,” Gemma said sheepishly.
Brian looked at her wings, but he kept his expression hard, then glared back at Alex. “You may think that because my daughter has wings and all kinds of strange powers that I won’t kick your ass if you hurt her. But you’d be wrong.”
“Dad!” Gemma said, but she wasn’t really mad. She knew that a lot of things were out of his control now that Gemma was exposed to dangers he couldn’t fight. All he could really do was try to protect her from the things he still could, like teenage boys.
“I understand, Mr. Fisher,” Alex said respectfully.
“Good.” Brian nodded, and when he looked at Gemma’s wings again, he was a little awed. “Those are amazing. Good work.” He started to head back into the house, then he stopped. “Leave this door open. Okay?”
TWENTY-THREE
Conspiring
Her afternoon classes had ended twenty minutes ago, and Harper had just finished packing her bag when her cell phone rang. As soon as she saw the number on the screen, her heart sank. This was the last thing she wanted to deal with today.
“Hello?” she answered the phone, and hoped that she didn’t sound as unhappy as she felt.
“Hello, Harper, this is Becky from Briar Ridge. I’m sorry to bother you.”
“No, it’s okay,” she said, because what else could she say? Briar Ridge only ever called if it was important, and no matter what Harper might have planned for today, her family always came first.
“We tried calling your house, since we know you’re away at school, but nobody answered, and we just don’t know what to do anymore,” Becky said in one hurried breath.