"Catherine wait!" Greyson stood up and his chair flew back behind him as I hurried for the front door. He caught up really quickly, leaving me cursing my short legs, and he grabbed the sleeve of my sweater. There was a loud rip behind me and I stopped. I was about to tell him off for ripping my sweater but when I looked it was still perfectly in tact. The same could not be said for Greyson's. As I tried not to stare at his amazingly perfect body I noticed something else just as memorable. Were those.... Wings?