VALENTINA
With both grimoires in hand, I enter the room. Elena’s back is to the door as she hovers over the body on the bed. One blue, iridescent wing is visible and limp, and all wrong.
I move closer to examine it. He hasn’t shifted back to his human form, so his skin is a deep blue and littered with markings. The patterns glitter and shine, but it’s like someone took a cleaver to his back, butchering his skin. I suck in a deep breath when I realize what is wrong with his wing.
He only has one and my stomach curls.
A fae’s wings are their strength as well as their weakness. If the source of their magic is extracted, they will die.
The words from the book I read earlier come back to me immediately.
“Good, you’re here.” Amira walks out of the bathroom in her nightgown, wearing a sil
