Chapter Three: Wings of the Ancient Ones
“If you don’t want me to go with you, I’ll stay here.” I said.
He shook his head. “Just turn around.”
I did, holding my breath. “And if I blank out up there?” I asked suddenly.
“I won’t let you fall. You’ll be okay.” He said it.
“Even if I fell, I’d be okay, I know… but…”
“I said I won’t let you fall.” He repeated, sounding a bit aggravated. His arms went around my waist. “Just be glad you aren’t human at all, or else this would be uncomfortable.”
I nodded. “Yeah.” But I felt strange.
“Ready?” He asked, and his lips were so close to my ear, that I suddenly wondered if he was going to tear out my throat. Or attempt to.
Unable to breathe, suddenly, all I could do was nod again.
I thought about all the times he’d given me those wings, when I would lift off, I would always say, or think, the same thing. I heard him whisper