Why did you not, even as a hunter? I would’ve thought it a vulnerability.
The wound was too close to the surface today, but she answered anyway. My hair"s like my mother"s. I was the only one of her four children to retain the color as I grew. Ari and Belle had both gone a golden blonde like Jeffrey, while Beth was a throwback to their paternal grandmother, her hair a gorgeous strawberry blonde.
So, we are both our mother’s shadows.
Knowing that what she cherished might be to him a curse, she brushed her lips over his jaw in silent comfort. “Go faster.”
Raphael swooped up and down without warning, making her laugh in sheer joy as she locked her legs around his. She didn"t realize she"d expanded her own wings until they began to catch air. “Raphael!”
“Pull them in,” he said. “Otherwise our landing will be rough.”
Thinking it through step by step, she contracted her wings—her muscles gave a mild twinge at going against the wind, but nothing to worry about. “They want to open again.”
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“Instinct.” Angling them lower, he flared out his own wings to their greatest width and brought them to a gentle, precise landing on a small mountain plateau overlooking a shallow valley filled with snow.
“This place looks different from the land close to the Refuge.” Its edges softened by time, the valley appeared as if it would cradle rather than crush.
“The snow here tends to be soft,” Raphael said. “That"s why it"s a good place for flight training.”
Her heart skipped a beat. “Now?” She"d thought he planned only to take her flying in his arms.
“Now.”
Excitement a tattoo against her ribs, she stepped to the lip of the plateau, and glanced down.
And down.
Vertigo had never been a problem, but—“It suddenly looks a lot farther away now that I know I"ll be falling toward it.”
“You, afraid?” The touch of his wings against her own, a shimmer of gold that she caught with the corner of her eye.
Her lips twitched. “Are you dusting me, Archangel?”
“Angel dust looks beautiful coming off wings in the dark.” A kiss pressed to her jaw as he shifted to stand behind her, the aphrodisiac dust a taste of unadulterated sex. “As you fly, it"ll sink into your skin, readying your body for me.”
“You"re all talk,” she murmured, feeling him settle his hands firmly about her waist. “So, what do I do now?”
“The only way to learn to fly, is to fly.” He pushed her off the edge of the cliff.
Fear obliterated everything but the need to survive. Her wings spread, catching air, slowing her descent as her muscles screamed at the sudden strain. Raphael"s shirt twisted around her, baring her stomach to the elements. She didn"t care, more concerned about getting her wings to work.
But it was too late, the ground rushing up at terminal velocity.
No snow was that soft—she was still going to hit hard enough to splinter bones.
Hands gripping her under her arms, lifting her up with effortless strength. Close your wings.
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opposite. The instant her feet touched the ground, she swiveled around to push him in the chest, her palms sizzling at the contact with his bare skin. “That"s your idea of teaching? I could"ve been splattered from here to Manhattan!”
“You were never in any danger.” His eyes gleamed with laughter and that just made her madder.
“That"s how young angels learn to fly—they"re pushed out of the aeries before they have a chance to develop a fear of it.”
Her fury came to a screeching halt, though her heart continued to ricochet violently in her chest.
“You push babies out into thin air?”
“How do you think birds learn to fly?”
“Huh.” She folded her arms, the shirt clammy against her sweat-soaked skin. “You know, I"m an adult—I already know fear.”
“That"s why I didn"t give you any warning. Instinct did what it was supposed to.”
Wiping her hands across her cheeks in an effort to cool them down, she took a deep breath, tied the tails of the shirt at her side and walked back. “Okay, push me again.”
“You can step off yourself.”
Elena had long ago learned to keep her fears to herself, seeing them only as weaknesses that could be used against her, but this time, there was nothing to do but admit it. “I"m too chickenshit.”
Raphael pressed a kiss to her nape, put his hands on her waist again. “This time, snap your wings out as soon as possible.”
Nodding, she was barely in position when he pushed. It took her at least three seconds to snap out her wings. Too slow. Raphael brought her up again. And again. And again.
“Once more,” she said, her muscles crying with exhaustion. “I need to get it.”
Raphael"s face was all austere lines, but he nodded. “Once more.”