Shopping

Laeddin took us to a place in New York City called Bloomingdales. We had a salesperson help us. It was fun buying clothes after the small freak out I had when I turned to study my reflection in the mirror and saw no actual wings.

Okay, a big freak out.

"What's wrong?" Laeddin asked, popping into the dressing room with me. I screamed again, quickly covering myself with the shirt I was about to try on.

His eyes roamed over my body quickly before focusing on my face.

"Look at my back," I said, turning it toward him, my teeth chattering.

His eyes got dark, like emeralds, and he licked his lips. I was mesmerized by the action.

When he didn't say anything, I continued on. "There are tattoos of wings on my back." "I tore my gaze from his face and focused on the reflection of my back in the mirror. The wings were outlined in black and filled in along the edges. I knew tattoos were a thing in the human realm, but I never thought about having one, let alone one that covered my whole back.