Ash’s POV:
For the next several hours, our little group remains shut in the room. I watch the two sleeping figures constantly to try and detect any changes in either of them, but the only change I see is Rosa tossing and turning, mumbling in her sleep. I frown towards her twisting figure, her back looking oddly misshapen in my eyes. Knocking back the rest of my current drink, I move to refill it, tapping Eris’s shoulder as I go past. She looks up with a puzzled expression. “What’s up with her?” I ask, gesturing to what I’d noticed.
She looks over with an odd expression. “I-I think they’re wings.” She takes a mouthful of her drink and swirls the amber liquid around the bottom of the intricately decorated crystal glass. “But I don’t get why they would be…” She stops when I, once again, see
