"Itaea's word is law." Taylor jumped at the sound of the voice in her ear. Ulysses hovered in the air beside her, his blue wings beating rapidly up and down. The expression on his handsome little face was solemn and calculating. Taylor glanced over at the others, only to see that no one was paying them any attention as they clustered around the table of food. She turned back to Ulysses. He was so close that she could see the fine, dark hairs of his eyebrows and feel the small breeze made by his wings against the face. His dimples were absent as he glowered at her. "Yes, I think I am beginning to understand that," she said carefully.
Ulysses held her gaze for a long moment. His brown-eyed stare was hypnotising and Taylor felt herself pulled against her will into their dark depths. "Watch y
