|ADELINE’S POV|
The wing itches. Sometimes I don’t know what to do with it. I scratch the spot where the half wings rest and carry my backpack as I make my way home. The event committee is planning a wedding for one of the granddaughters of a member of the council of elders.
Weddings are a touchy subject for me, but I stayed with the bride discussing every single thing until she was satisfied. I feel exhausted.
I just want to fall into bed and forget everything. When I arrived there were police cars hanging around the front. My lashes fluttered and they were gone. Pausing in my step I eyed the road leading up to the house.
Another blink had me seeing the cars again, this time there was an ambulance too. A middle-aged woman was crying. She clutched her arms as the paramedics pulled ou
