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Xander angled his legs behind him and his head forward. His wings flapped hard and we were pushed forward by the momentum. We sped past the ground beneath us. A cool wind whipped my face. I shivered and turned to face away and toward his chest.
“Cold?” he asked me.
I gave him the Evil Eye. “What do you think?”
“That you are not enjoying the ride as much as I would wish,” he commented.
I glanced down at the earth far below us. “You don’t exactly come with a seat belt or parachute.”
He blinked at me. “Seat belt?”
I shook my head. “Never mind. Just don’t drop me.”
He chuckled. “I believe I can agree to your request.”
We flew over the thick forests of tall, ancient trees. Our shadows ghosted over the needled tops as the sun set to our right. A cool wind whipped my hair
