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I raced back through the gate and across the lawn, Royal right on my heels. Well, as right on my heels as someone can be when the other someone has giant wings hanging off their back, and you also have giant wings hanging off your back, and both of you are trying to do some sort of run-walk-jog-flap-don't flap-winged walk kind of thing towards a destination.
“Okay, I'm going to go upstairs and get changed. I'm sure I've got some kind of snowsuit up there. You tell the others what's going on, grab Benyst, and I'll meet you back by the gate in five."
We barrelled through the front doors of my home. I was about to take flight up the stairs when I felt Royal’s hand close around my arm.
“Just slow down, honey.”
I pulled from his grip.
"Royal, don't put your hands on me like that. You
