Chapter 28
‘That’s impossible.’ Rhonda backed away from me, eyes wide. ‘Tyler has barely any Tr’lirian blood. She can’t just grow a set of wings. Not even a full Tr’lirian’s wings develop that fast.’
‘Impossible or not, you can’t deny she has wings.’ A thread of awe laced through Talaom’s words. ‘Silver wings. Like those Ha’niel are said to possess.’
‘Ha’niel are a myth. A children’s tale,’ said Rhonda, shaking her head.
I flexed the wings in question, curling them around so the tips were in front of me. I stared at them, mesmerised by the way the individual feathers sparkled in the light from the tower. It was an effort to drag my eyes away and focus on Rhonda’s next words.
‘Malia was obsessed with getting her wings back, searching the world for some kind of power to restore her immo
