Chapter 7
A female shriek and the sound of shattering glass burst into the cacophony of sounds.
A sudden cool wind gusts over my body, dispersing the heat and the smell of burning plastic. The final strike still hasn’t come so I tentatively open my eyes and raise my head.
Everything stops around me as my mind goes into overdrive, trying to understand what I see.
Sam towers above me inside the circle of fire. His beautiful face is serious and stern, with no usual smug in sight, and he doesn’t seem to be at all perturbed by the weird-looking fire raging around us.
But that’s not what sends my mind into overdrive.
Sam’s usual appearance of a runway model is weirdly offset by pure, snow-white, extra-large angel wings spread wide behind him, shooting up to the ceiling and taking up a quar
