Chapter 19
The collision knocks the air out of my lungs, but my fall is padded by the softness of my feathers around me.
I lay disoriented on the hard stone floor. The air no longer has a stench of sulphur and urine, but smells of sea salt, sun and fruits. That’s how I always imagined holidays would smell.
Balmy light warms up my skin and a soft breeze caresses and moves my hair. I’m comfortable and warm, and don’t really want to get up, although my arm is bent in a weird angle under Rafe’s heavy body and a corner of my wing is trapped under him.
I carefully lift his leg, freeing my wings and lean over to him.
“Rafe”, I whisper above him. “Rafe, can you hear me?” He’s still unconscious, unresponsive. Blood keeps trickling from the corner of his mouth, soaking up his shirt. His cheeks
