Chapter Twelve
Walking around with a bandaged wing feels weird. Not just because of the dressing, either. Most of the time I stay in my human form for going about day to day life. It reduces the risk of damaging my wings and it also allows me to blend in more with the general population. The world may be well aware of the existence of all kinds of supernaturals, but they still expect us all to look like everyone else. And it just makes life easier. Most doors weren't built with wings in mind.
"Harper, what are you doing here?" Pippa asks, falling into step beside me as I make my way through reception.
"I came to check on Regina and what's happening."
She shakes her head in bemusement. "You and Elias really are perfect for one another. I can't rely on either of you to stop working, even
