Chapter Eighteen
It turned out that Luc and Izban had been in this horrible world for almost a week. While Macey had lots of questions about how they’d managed to survive and where they’d found shelter, there was one thing at the front of her mind.
“How the heck did you get your wings back?” she asked Luc, staring at the beautiful wings which he’d now folded against his back, the tips towering above his shoulders. “And have they grown?”
The daimon smiled. “I made a deal. The wings were my reward.”
Instead of returning his smile, Macey frowned, a bad feeling spreading through her stomach. “Please don’t tell me it was the crone?”
“No, it was a lone Valkyrie who’d been trapped here for centuries. I released him from his pain, and he gave me his wings in return.”
Macey gasped. “Those are
