'Nicandra is in danger!' Devlin whispered to himself. His feet and hands had a mind of its own. With wide strides, he had reached the balcony. His fingers unbuttoned his shirt.
He was peeling off the shirt from his muscular arms and shoulders when he stood on the balustrade.
"Mr. Devlin! Don't jump!"
Devlin ignored Alto. He threw away his shirt. His eyes were determined. His mouth was half-open as he breathed. He inhaled a huge amount of oxygen. The muscles on his hairy chest had swelled.
"Mr. Devlin! No!"
His knuckles above the head, he jumped off the balcony! His shirt was flying in the wind.
Alto was late. He peeked below. He was sure to see Devlin's bloody body but...
"Huh! Mr. Devlin has wings!" His eyes widened in disbelief.
Devlin's wings were large and snowy white. He looke
