THESE HIDDEN WINGS

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Luckily I had managed to cut it off before she found out who I truly was.

But would it be easy for her to piece together who I was? From what Gravis had said, no one had seen my Father before and even Lucas who had claimed had met him face to face couldn't remember him that well.

Lucas had an amazing memory. If he didn't know, I don't think Raskei would.

I tried to keep my mind optimistic, there was no way they could just arrive at that conclusion all by themselves, without any further clues could she?

Furthermore, I didn't even want to think about it but had she told Harvest of what she had seen?

Who was I kidding? She must have. Why would she hide it?

By the time I had come to it was already too late, she had already left and Harvest was seated there instead.

He said I had been out for more than ten minutes. Plenty of time for her to give him a full update.

I would just die if Harvest was the first one to figure it out!

My heart rattled in my chest at the thought of him. To make
matters worse, He was now aware that I didn't know anything about my Dilect, (not including that I was unsure if I had one) which was a huge giveaway too.

Harvest believed I had a dilect too. I thought about it for a moment. He could be wrong- but something told me he was very rarely wrong.

I fell back into my sheets staring up at the ceiling.

I couldn't understand him at all. He was just so-

I couldn't put him to words.

At the start of it all, He was so cold and creepy and dark but today,  dare I say it, he seemed to be trying to talk.

Like he actually wanted a conversation. Like he wanted me to be less afraid of him. That's the only way I could explain it. Why else would be so nice - well, as closest to nice as a person as Harvest can get- all of a sudden?

I remembered how easily I got mad and let him have it.

My heart pounded within me but the ghost of a smile graced my lips. It was a stupid move but- brave? I stood up for myself.

Three weeks ago I would have never had the guts to do it, or even thought he would react that way.

I pulled my blankets tighter around me, and turned over to my side, a ghost of a smile still against my lips as I shut my eyes-

Then-

Words echoed in my memories, his face, the soft wind in the air through his dark curls, his voice, his tone, his accent

'And they asked me...do you love her to death?"

He had quoted as I stared back at him in confusion, eyebrows drawn, and yet I felt calm as the gentle breeze blew a gentle hum between us,

"And I said, speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life-"

I could feel a cold shiver travel back up my back and I bit my lip,

"for if the devil himself was ever to see her, "

His breathing had been low and so close to me, those- those eyes set in mine, his voice barely above a soft whisper

"he would kiss her eyes and repent."

I suddenly sat up in bed, breathing slowly and shaking my head. I wasn't going to wrap myself up in his silky words. Heck, they hadn't even been his words.