![]() ![]() Casey, that’s a weird question and I’m not answering it. Vanessa looks at him through narrow eyes as he reaches the top. How is it that you transform with clothes on, by the way? Don’t most Fragments who are shifters have to strip first? He nearly hits himself in the face with his Celtic cross necklace. Casey insists, wiping sparkling sweat off his own head with his already damp, white shirt. I’m not a part of your pointless games, she says. Vanessa’s wings become her arms, the talons her legs, then she ties her hair back into a rubber band from her pocket. Whatever, dude! Vanessa flew up the thing! I complain as the morning sun beats down on me. She lands at the top of the hill as I slow down midway.Ĭasey looks back at me wiping the sweat off my forehead. ![]() ![]() I don’t plan on it, dude!Īcross our vision glides brown hair, feathered wings and sharp talons, the rest of the figure is that of a girl. You can’t give up here, Judd! he presses. Freckles frame his smile as he and I laugh down the vacant neighborhood street toward the incline in the road. The rolling bustles hold my stare like a moth to a lamp as I run alongside my muscle toned, red-haired best friend, Casey. ![]() A MYRIAD OF ORANGES, blues, pinks and purples paint themselves on the clouds in the early morning sky. ![]()
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