Not all cages are bad- Part 1

Madeline had seen the wings before, but she hadn't got a good glimpse of it as they disappeared quickly behind his back without a trace. Calhoun stood in front of her, his black feathered wings that had come out to bait her.

If he had brought it out, did that mean that they were going to fly to where ever he had planned to take her? Asked Madeline to herself.

She gave an apprehensive look at Calhoun, "I don't know where we are going." The way he had spoken during the time of the morning, it seemed like there was a cage or something she would not like waiting for her. 

"You will see," Calhoun said, his hand still waiting for her to take.