"Follow me," Ethan said abruptly, rising to his feet on the rooftop.
"Where?" Regnare asked, squinting up at him.
"Somewhere. Try to keep up, Reg."
"Uncle Trevor was right. I hate the name."
"You have no say in the matter. Haha!" Ethan's laughter rang out, sharp and teasing.
A faint shimmer of gold flickered around him, like sunlight piercing a tempest. With a sound like a celestial chime resonating through the air, a pair of radiant wings unfurled from his back, forged of molten gold, their edges shimmering with a vibrant, living light that pulsed with unspoken power.
